second baby i'll show will be: Nikolai!!(With Mobim)
He's 7 and a very shy one
His relationship with Domnra started quite better than some of the other kids, he would cry and try to hide from him tho, Mobim's presence was a great help. The first time he used his demon form wasn't the night he lost her mother, unlike most of the others, he used it for the first time when playing with his father and Mobim, he got scared by a loud noise from outside and activated it by accident hitting Domnra with his tail in the process. The night he lost his mother, however, was the first time he used his shadow powers while trying to scape, he still uses involuntary when he gets spooked out (Azul appeared out of no where once and the next thing they know is that they lost the kid)
He is very bad with emotions and gets overwhelmed quiet easily with them, so he struggles a lot when having to tell anyone what's wrong, hugging Mobim or being with someone more connected with their emotions, like "uncle Azul" (and unlike his father) helps a lot
Even then, he is very attached to his father, he usually hides behind Domnra's s legs when meeting other people or in general, also loves to be carried in his shoulders or piggyback rides, has separation anxiety thanks to the attack of the witches, if not possible to be with Domnra he carries Mobim around, other than that he prefers to be with Azul, Azure or (to everybody surprise) Kabir, he considers him a friend and tries to get well with "aunt Demya" (he does a better job than Domnra that's for sure but he is still very awkward)
Has trouble sleeping at night (honestly, almost all the kids do), he doesn't like bothering or waking his father up (unless it was a real bad nightmare or a night terror, then he would wake up screaming and crying) but Domnra's heartbeat it's like a spell, whenever he hears it it calms him down instantly, making him sleepy and feeling safe, so he instead of waking his father up tries to simply curl up again his chest cuddling until he fells asleep again
So yeah that's Nikolai a little anxious shy demon with a big heart
Oh myđ˛â¨Nikolai seems so sweetđwith Mobim next to him toođâ¤thank you so much again for the drawing and backstory of Domnra's son "Nikolai"âşI also loved the details of his friendships with Azure and Kabir, very hearwarmingđ(uncle Azul and aunt Demya tooâ¨)
Everything's wonderful and I am touched by your dedication to your Obey Me Prophecy AUâşI hope others like it toođ
(Obey Me Prophecy AU and the fankids belongs to @shainaloveuwu )
(Rad classmates and New exchange students belongs to me)
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Happy birthday to our most favourite girl in the whole world - @welightitup !!!! đ¸đ¤đ
As per time-honoured tradition, @boxboxbrioche and I would like to present our collaborative birthday fic for our bestie <333 Coming to an AO3 near you in 2024: Tia's Birthday Fic Extravaganza âźď¸â¤ď¸đđ
This year's birthday fics have been a bit delayed - but that only extends the celebration! (And, personally, we think that Tia's birthday should be celebrated all year round.)
We are hard at working crafting a fic that reflects just how much we adore you. In the meantime, please enjoy the moodboard we made...
We'd love to hear what you think we might be writing, Tia? đ
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My Lola & Chloe Curious got sudden popularity, and it's making me blushđ
૮ę°â¸â¸> ĚŤ <â¸â¸ęąá
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Aaaaalso, inspired by re-watching the trailer and prompted by @/mew-ya tweet: I think my choice (at least regarding the facial features) for Ayla would be a mixture between Alexandra Shipp (face shape wise) and Zendaya (because her eyes and the way she look at you are just perfect).
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hey buddy, watch sin huellas on prime đ
it's on my watchlist! I'm currently balancing 4 other shows so I'll probably do it when the 3 shows that are coming out weekly finish airing đ
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Business Proposal: Yang Jungwon
pairing: Jungwon x fem! reader
synopsis: You donât know what to begin with Yang Jungwon. He is your co-worker in a company you are in and you despise that cat-looking man. And he despises you. Itâs been going on ever since the beginning. You swear you had enough of him. But it seems like the world is not on your side because as much as you respect the Ceo, you just want to leave the company almost immediately. Why? Because he decided to partner you up with Jungwon on a project together. This seems like a recipe for disaster. Oh goodness⌠what to doâŚwhat to do...
genre: Enemies/ Co-workers to lovers, forced proximity, angst, fluff
warnings: suggestive (mdni) WHOLE LOT OF ARGUING, BULLYING, CUSSING, AND GOSSIPING, You just hate each other honestly, Mentions of crying, strangling. Let me know if there is more!
note: Thank you to đŚ anonie for requesting this!! Iâm really sorry that it took me a lot of time to make this. It was a great idea and Iâm just a sucker for this trope đ. I deeply apologize if it wasnât on your expectations and Iâll do my best to keep improving. I had fun making this and I appreciate your patience. Happy reading darlingss!!
permanent taglist: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n
Caution: IâM SURE YAâLL WILL BE GIGGLING AND SQUEALING IN THIS DHWHBXJWHS WRITING THIS WAS SO OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE. Reading discretion is advised đ˝
You and Jungwon have always been at each otherâs throats ever since you both started working at the company. From your perspective, heâs arrogant and dismissive, constantly interrupting your ideas and making you feel undervalued. From Jungwonâs perspective, youâre overly controlling and unwilling to listen.
Your mutual disdain is well-known around the office. Despite your talents and contributions, your inability to see eye to eye has created a rift that seems impossible to bridge.
Today, you receive a message to report to the CEOâs officeâor Mr. Jeon, as you and your colleagues call him. You feel both anxious and curious, wondering what this could be about. As you approach the office, you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.
âWhat could this be about? I hope itâs not more bad news.â
You open the door to the CEOâs office and immediately see that shitface. No, not Mr. Jeon, but that bitch who's already seated, looking equally puzzled.
Jungwonâs eyes looked over to you as you entered the office. Both surprise and annoyance flash across his face, his lips pursing slightly.
âYou too, huh?â he remarks, his voice tinged with irritation.
Mr. Jeon, who is sitting behind his desk, smiles at both of you. âAh, youâre both here. Good. Have a seat, Y/n.â You sit in the chair beside Jungwon.
Mr. Jeon laces his fingers together, his gaze moving between you and Jungwon. âIâm sure both of you are wondering why I called you here today.â
Jungwon remains silent, but inside, heâs bracing for a reprimand. Meanwhile, you nod, genuinely curious about the reason behind the summoning. Is he tired of the constant fighting between you and that idiot?
âAs you know, the company has been facing some challenges lately, and weâve been looking for ways to streamline our operations and increase efficiency.â He leans forward, his eyes fixing on both of you. âThatâs why weâve decided to assign you two to work on a project together.â
âWith all due respect, sir, weâve had ourâŚdifferences. Are you sure this is the best idea?â you say with disbelief. No offense, but is Mr. Jeon alright?
The CEO nods, clearly having anticipated this objection. âI understand your concerns, but allow me to explain. The project we have in mind will require both of your unique skill sets and perspectives. We believe that working together will not only make the project more successful but will also help the two of you learn to collaborate effectively.â
He looks at both you and Jungwon. âThis is an opportunity to put aside your differences and focus on the task at hand. Can I count on both of you to give this your best shot?â
You glance at Jungwon with slight disgust, which he meets with a momentary glare before looking back at Mr. Jeon. Thereâs obvious hesitation in his eyes, but he eventually nods, knowing he has no other choice. âIf thatâs what the company needs, Iâll do my part.â
âAnd how about you, Y/n?â Mr. Jeon looks at you.
You look down, fiddling with your fingers. You donât want to disappoint him, even if it means working alongside that cat-looking man. You look up and nod. âIâll do my part as well.â
Mr. Jeon smiles, clearly pleased with your responses. âExcellent. I have every confidence that the two of you will make an outstanding team. I want daily updates on your progress. Youâre to work closely together and keep me informed about anything that may arise.â
He stands up, signaling the end of the meeting. âThatâs all for now. Youâre both dismissed.â
You stand up, bowing slightly at Mr. Jeon before quickly walking away from his office, your frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
Jungwon follows suit, falling in step behind you as you exit the CEOâs office. The silence between you is deafening, both of you still processing the fact that youâve been thrown into this situation together.
You then glare at him, which he returns with equal intensity. âDonât look at me like that. This isnât my idea,â he says, his tone dripping with annoyance.
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms defensively. âWhatever.â
Jungwon huffs in frustration, his patience already wearing thin. âCan you just cut the attitude for a second? Weâre stuck working together, whether we like it or not. So can we just find a way to make this bearable?â
He then adds, throwing his hands up in exasperation, âWe need to set some ground rules if this is going to work.â
You narrow your eyes at him, lips curling into a slight sneer. âFine. What do you propose?â
Jungwon crosses his arms over his chest as if to mimic you. âFor starters, no more eye rolls or backhanded comments every time something doesnât go your way. Weâre adults, not teenagers.â
âAnd two, we need to be open to each otherâs ideas. That means no shutting down suggestions without hearing the other person out.â
Hearing that makes you snicker. âYou always shut down my ideas.â
Jungwon rolls his eyes, clearly irritated by the accusation. âThatâs not true. I just think your ideas are unrealistic and impractical, thatâs all. And Iâm not the only one who thinks so. Itâs not all about you.â
You take a step closer to him, jabbing a finger in his direction. âMaybe if you listened, youâd see the potential instead of dismissing everything outright,â you say with a sarcastic tone.
He scoffs, his irritation growing with every word. âOh, please. Itâs not like your ideas are groundbreaking. Theyâre half-baked and lack any real substance. Why should I waste time listening to something that has no chance of working?â
You step even closer, eyes blazing with defiance. âBecause sometimes taking risks and thinking outside the box is what leads to real innovation, something you clearly donât understand.â
Jungwonâs voice lowers, his anger barely contained. âI understand plenty. Donât assume you know more than I do. Your so-called âinnovationsâ are nothing more than pipe dreams. You need to learn to be more realistic and grounded in the world we live in.â
You raise your voice a little, practically spitting the words. âYou know what? Iâll add another ruleâif weâre going to work together, we need to communicate clearly.â
Jungwon lets out a humorless laugh. âYou want communication? Thatâs rich coming from you. Any time I try to communicate with you, you immediately get defensive and start attacking. Itâs impossible to have a rational conversation with you.â
You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes. âMaybe if you stopped being so condescending, Iâd be more inclined to listen and have a rational conversation.â
Jungwon bristles visibly at being called condescending. âHow am I supposed to talk to you when youâre so stubborn that you wonât listen to reason? Youâre always convinced that you know best, even when youâre clearly wrong.â
Youâre about to snap back when your co-worker, Dae, approaches the both of you. âI know you two have your disagreements, but some of usâŚwell, all of us are focusing on our work, so you two need to stop,â he says gently.
Jungwon and you are both startled by Daeâs sudden appearance.
Jungwon sighs, rubbing his temples. âYeah, yeah. Weâll keep it down.â
Dae smiles a little and mutters, âThank you,â before walking back to his cubicle.
You exhale sharply, turning back to Jungwon. âWell, how are we supposed to do the project? Where?â
Jungwon glances around, thinking for a moment. âWe need to find a place where we can work on the project without distractions. How about the empty meeting room on the third floor?â
You cross your arms, nodding slowly as if testing the idea. âFine, weâll do our project there.â
Jungwon nods, already mentally preparing himself to work closely with you. Heâs begrudgingly accepting the reality that heâs going to have to spend a lot of time in your presence over the next few weeks. âLetâs head over there now so we can start getting things set up.â
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable clashes to come. âLead the way,â you say, your voice with resignation.
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You follow Jungwon into the empty meeting room and take a seat across from him. The tension is evident as both of you sit in silence for a few moments, neither knowing how to break the ice.
Finally, Jungwon sighs and opens his laptop, breaking the silence. âAlright, letâs get to work. We need to come up with a plan for the project.â
You bring out your laptop, placing it on the table before opening it. The hum of the machines fills the room as you both start to settle into the task at hand.
Jungwon scrolls through a few documents on his screen before speaking again. âHereâs what I was thinking we could do⌠But first, I want to hear your thoughts on the matter.â He looks at you, genuinely curious to hear your opinion, albeit begrudgingly.
You look at him, âGladly. I think we should focus on an interactive online campaign that uses social media influencers to create buzz. Itâs effective and has a wide reach.â
Jungwon considers your suggestion for a moment, his expression remaining neutral. âI disagree. I think a more traditional approach, like a series of high-profile events and trade shows, would give the product the prestige it needs. Face-to-face interactions create a stronger impact.â
You lean forward, your hands resting on the table. âEvents are important, but they take time to organize and can be expensive. We need quick and impactful results.â
Jungwonâs eyes narrow slightly as he counters your argument. âAnd social media campaigns can be hit or miss. We need something reliable and established.â
You groan frustration is evident in your voice. âUgh, itâs only been minutes and we are already breaking our rules.â
Jungwon lets out a scoff. âYouâre the one who started it by offering up your unrealistic ideas.â
You glare at him, your tone sharp. âAnd youâre the one who shot them down without even giving them a chance.â
Jungwon throws his hands up in frustration, rolling his eyes. âBecause they wouldnât work! You need to accept reality and stop living in your fantasyland!â
Taking a deep breath, you try to find a compromise. Arguing wonât get the project started, and you know you need to approach this with an open mind. âFine. What if we combine both approaches? Start with a high-profile launch event to get the initial attention, and then follow up with an aggressive online campaign to maintain the momentum?â
Jungwon considers your suggestion for a moment, his irritation gradually giving way to contemplation. After a few seconds, he nods, begrudgingly accepting the compromise. âThat⌠might just work. The event will generate buzz, and the online campaign will keep the momentum going. I can see your idea being viable in this context.â
You nod with a neutral expression, though a hint of satisfaction creeps into your eyes. âGlad to hear it.â
He lets out a sigh, his tone slightly more civil than before. âAlright, so weâve agreed on the approach, at least in theory. Letâs start drafting the plans for both the event and the online campaign. We need to set timelines and assign responsibilities.â
You type a few notes into your laptop, feeling a tentative sense of progress. âSounds good to me.â
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The weeks have been both of tension and resentful cooperation. The process has not been smooth sailing, with numerous disagreements and clashes between you and Jungwon. However, the progress of the project has kept both of you from completely succumbing to your differences. Youâve managed to finalize the plans for the event and the online campaign, although not without a few heated discussions.
As you review the progress the two of you have made, you canât help but wonder how the project will turn out despite the constant clashes between you and Jungwon.
Itâs very late at night, and it seems like itâs just the two of you left in the building. You close your laptop with a sigh. âAlright, weâll continue this tomorrow.â
Jungwon yawns and rubs his eyes, exhaustion setting in. The hours of working non-stop and being in close proximity to you have taken their toll on him.
He glances at his watch, realizing how late it is. âYeah, I guess thatâs all we can get done tonight. We should both get some rest and pick this up fresh tomorrow.â
You look at him in quiet disgust. âYou look like shit, by the way.â
He shoots you a withering glare, not appreciating the insult. He looks exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and his usually meticulously styled hair now sticking up at odd angles. âYeah, well, you donât look so picture-perfect yourself.â
You roll your eyes, not even bothering to respond. He watches as you leave without another word. He runs a hand through his messy hair, trying to fix it. Despite his annoyance with you, he canât help but notice that even late at night, you still manage to look composed and elegant. It irks him, adding to his already simmering resentment.
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The next day, you and Jungwon are taking a break near the empty meeting room. The atmosphere is tense as usual, and neither of you seem eager to break the silence.
Then you hear your colleagues Hwan and Jihoâs voices coming from around the corner.
âI canât believe Mr. Jeon paired them up. Theyâre both such a mess. This project is doomed,â Jiho said.
Jungwonâs face tightens, his scowl deepening as he listens to the dismissive assessment. He has always prided himself on his capability and work ethic, and this kind of criticism stings.
He glances at you, noticing the flicker of discomfort in your eyes. Youâre silent, but itâs clear that the comments have affected you as well.
Hwan adds, âI know, right? I donât know what Mr. Jeon was thinking. Those two bicker more than they get any actual work done.â
As Hwan and Jiho continue their gossip, Jiho suddenly notices something over Hwanâs shoulder and widens his eyes. Hwan turned around to see...
One with very sharp eyes and the other whose expression are unreadable.
The air grows thick with tension as Hwan and Jiho fall silent, their faces flushing with embarrassment.
âYou know, if you have something to say, you could at least say it to our faces,â Jungwon says, his voice cool but edged with irritation. His eyes lock onto theirs, clearly displeased with being the subject of their gossip.
Your expression remains deadpan as you add, âAnd if you have any doubts about our abilities, youâll see the results soon enough. Weâre not here to entertain your gossip.â
Jiho shifts nervously, stammering as they try to offer a weak apology. âI-Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to doubt you. I just... uh, I just heard people talking...â
Their voice trails off as they struggle to find a way to excuse their behavior. You roll your eyes, unimpressed.
âThis is why Mr. Jeon never gave you two such an important task,â you say, your tone dripping with subtle disdain.
Both Hwan and Jiho blush furiously, their egos bruised by your comment. Hwan stutters awkwardly before blurting out, âThatâs not true! Iâve done plenty of important projects beforeâŚâ
Jungwon lets out a sarcastic huff, smirking. âYeah, sure. Running errands and fetching coffee.â
Hwanâs face reddens further at Jungwonâs dismissive retort. He glances at you and then back at Jungwon, struggling to come up with a response but failing miserably.
The two men exchange nervous glances, clearly intimidated. They mumble apologetically, their heads ducked in embarrassment, before hastily retreating down the hallway.
"Looks like we scared them off," Jungwon says, glancing at you with a satisfied smirk.
You nod and return his gaze. "That felt good."
Jungwon snorts, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, it did. Itâs about time someone put those gossip-hounds in their place."
He meets your eyes, his expression growing more serious. "But, honestly, Iâm surprised we managed to agree on something for once."
You tilt your head, "That theyâre pieces of shit?"
Jungwon laughs, genuinely and unexpectedly, as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, that part. At least we can agree on that."
He pauses, then adds, "Well, enough about them. I havenât even finished eating my curry."
You nod, "Yeah, me neither."
Jungwon gestures towards the break room where he left his lunch. "Come on then, no point in letting our meals get cold while we stand around gossiping."
"Weâre not gossiping. Those assholes are," you reply.
He grins, "Alright, maybe 'gossiping' isnât the right word. Letâs call it 'expressing our dislike for annoying coworkers' instead."
"Definitely. Come on," you say, heading towards the break room.
He follows you into the break room, where his lunch waits on the table. Jungwon sits down and picks up his curry, giving it a quick stir with his spoon. "Hope you donât mind me eating while we talk. I get cranky when Iâm hungry."
You tease, "You still look like shit even if you do something."
Jungwon rolls his eyes and shoots you a mock glare. "Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence. Iâll be sure to consider that constructive feedback."
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The project continues to slowly progress, albeit with the usual tension bubbling up here and there.
Despite the occasional setbacks and clashes, the two of you manage to find a sort of grudging respect for each other's skills and work ethic. It's not necessarily friendly respect, as you still find each other quite annoying. But there's an acknowledgment of the fact that the other isn't completely useless.
But today wasnât your day.
You were struggling with menstruation but decided to come to work anyway, taking some pain relievers to get through the day. As you were picking up some items to bring to the meeting room, you overheard a familiar voiceâAraâsâgossiping about you. She dislikes you for being partners with Jungwon.
âSheâs always so high and mighty, acting like sheâs better than everyone else. This is why Jungwon hates her. Mr. Jeon should have partnered me with him. I just know the project would be done in no time.â
Usually, you would confront anyone talking badly about you, but today, the words cut deeper than usual, leaving you stunned and hurt.
Trying to compose yourself, you headed to the empty meeting room where Jungwon was typing away at his laptop. You kept your head down, hoping he wouldnât notice the tears forming in your eyes.
Jungwon glanced up from his laptop and immediately sensed something was off. He could tell you were fighting back tears and visibly upset.
He pushed away from the table and approached you.
âWho did this to you?â
ââItâs nothing.ââ You wiped your tears and avoided his gaze.
He frowns, not buying your dismissive reply. He stops in front of you, forcing you to look at him. âItâs not nothing. Youâre clearly upset about something. And if someone has hurt you, I need to know.â
Thereâs genuine concern in his voice. Despite your ongoing animosity, he canât ignore the fact that youâre visibly distressed.
He watches as you struggle to find the words, his frown deepening. He reaches out, gently placing a hand on your cheek to tilt your head up. "Hey, look at me. Tell me what happened. Who made you cry like this? Was it Hwan? Or Jiho?"
âââŚItâs AraâŚI overheard her..she said some things about me and reasons why you hated me.ââ
He scowls at the mention of Ara's name, his expression darkening. He can easily picture her making such comments. She's been a source of tension and conflict within the office, constantly stirring up drama and gossip.
"And you believe her?" He said while caressing your cheek.
ââYeah?ââ You said while sniffing.
He shakes his head, clearly annoyed at both you and Ara. "Why would you believe the words of someone as petty and envious as her? You should know by now that her opinions are not worth the air they waste."
He continued, "You might be a headache and pain in the ass most of the time, but you're not conceited. You've worked hard to earn everything you have. You're talented and capable, and you know it. Don't let her convince you otherwise.â
He releases his hand from your cheek, âAnd next time you hear her talking about you, you tell me. Iâll deal with her before she spreads more of her bullshit around.â
He gently wipes your tears. âYou know what? Iâll be right back.â
Jungwon left the meeting room and made his way to Araâs cubicle, his eyes fixed on her with a steely glare. Araâs face brightened at his approach.
âOh, hi Jungwon. Is there anything I can help you with?â she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
âFollow me,â he said, his sharp eyes making Ara frown slightly.
He shut the door behind them, ensuring privacy. Araâs nervousness was felt.
âJungwon, I-â
âShut up.â He cut her off sharply. âI heard what you said about Y/n. Care to explain why youâre spreading lies about her?â
âI was just saying what others were thinking,â Ara stuttered, her eyes darting fearfully.
Jungwon scoffed, his patience wearing thin. âBullshit. Youâre just jealous because sheâs more talented and ambitious than you.â
He continued, âAnd Iâm warning you. If I hear you talking trash about her again, Iâll make sure you regret it. I can get you kicked out of here with just a word to Mr. Jeon.â
Ara swallowed nervously, clearly intimidated. âI-Iâm sorry, Jungwon. I wonât do it again, I swear.â
Jungwon scowled, unsatisfied with her apology. âYouâll be apologizing to Y/n, too. And if you know whatâs good for you, youâll make damn sure itâs sincere. Now come with me, youâll be apologizing to her. Now.â
He led her back to the meeting room where you were waiting. Jungwon gestured to Ara. âGo on. Say what you need to say.â
Ara approached you, her voice trembling. âUm, Y/n, I-I just wanted to sayââ
She faltered under Jungwonâs glare. âI⌠Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have said those things about you. I didnât mean it.â
Jungwon watched the scene closely, his expression unreadable. Once Ara finished her apology, he released her. âYou can go now.â
Ara nodded quickly, clearly relieved, and scurried out of the room. Jungwon turned to you.
âYou didnât have to,â you said softly, your voice tinged with residual emotion.
He scoffed, shaking his head. âOf course, I had to. You just sat there and took her bullshit without defending yourself.â
His expression softened unexpectedly. âWhy didnât you say anything? You usually stand up for yourself.â You looked down, feeling embarrassed. He then continued, âNo offense, but youâve dealt with worse and come out stronger.â
Jungwon reached out and gently wiped a tear from your cheek. âSo why did it affect you so much? Why did it make you cry?â
You closed your eyes, your voice barely a whisper. âI just⌠I feel sensitive today becauseâŚâ
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, waiting. âBecauseâŚ?â
You hesitated before admitting, âIâm on my period.â
Jungwon blinked in surprise, then nodded in understanding. âAh, I see. That would make sense.â He smirked, a playful glint in his eye. âExplains why youâre so emotional today.â
âBut still, her words shouldnât have gotten to you. Youâre too talented and capable to let petty remarks affect you.â
You shook your head. âYouâre just saying that to make me feel better.â
He snorted, rolling his eyes. âIâm not the kind to sugarcoat things. You know that.â
He looked at you directly. âIâm serious. Youâre a pain in the ass and a constant headache, but thatâs because youâre ambitious and talented. Her words are just petty bullshit. Donât let them get to you.â
He patted your hair gently, a surprisingly affectionate gesture. âAnd next time someone talks trash about you, tell me. Iâll take care of it.â
You were touched by his words and, despite your attempts to hold it together, started crying harder. Your shoulders shook as you tried to suppress your sobs.
Jungwon looked alarmed, clearly unsure how to handle your emotional outburst. He awkwardly patted your back. âHey, calm down. Youâre gonna give yourself a headache with all that crying. Take a deep breath.â
You managed to choke out between sniffles, âWhy are you being so kind today?â
Jungwon looked taken aback by your question. âWhat do you mean? Iâm always kind.â
âBullshit,â you muttered, wiping your tears with the back of your hands.
He smirked at your bluntness. âCareful now. Youâre the one crying your eyes out.â
His smirk softened slightly. âBut seriously, stop crying. Youâre making me get all emotional.â
âYou too?â you asked, your eyes widening in surprise.
Jungwon scowled, though his tone was softer. âYeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want. Youâre the one blubbering like a baby.â
You continued to sniffle and then let out a small, amused laugh. âI want to see you cry so I can take a picture and post it on Instagram.â
He scoffed, raising an eyebrow. âFat chance. Iâm not crying just to satisfy your twisted sense of humor. Plus, Iâd look even more handsome than you if I was crying, so youâd be jealous.â
You laughed a little more, feeling somewhat better. âYou know what? We should get back to the project. Mr. Jeon might kick our asses.â
He shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âYou go from crying to work mode in no time. Damn, youâre back to being a pain in the ass.â
âFirst, do you have a napkin? I have a snotâŚâ you said, holding up the empty tissue box.
He winced, clearly disgusted at your tear-stained, snot-filled face, but still reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pack of tissues. âHere. Clean yourself up already. Youâre a mess.â
You took the tissue gratefully, wiping your nose. âThank you. Letâs get back to work.â
He watched as you blew your nose and tried to compose yourself. âYeah, the sooner we finish this, the sooner Iâll be rid of your snot-filled face.â
âIt only happened today!â you protested.
He scoffed, a smug expression on his face. âYeah, I know. Iâm being extra generous today, dealing with your hormonal, leaky self.â
âStop!â you said, swatting his arm.
He exaggeratedly winced, his hand on his arm. âOuch! Watch it, I almost lost a limb.â
You glared at him but couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. You moved to sit down at your desk, opening your laptop, with tissues at the side.
Jungwon settled next to you, opening his laptop. âAlright, time to get back to business. Letâs finish this project ASAP so I can get a break from your whining.â
đ
The two have been working closely and starting to get along better, but the stress of the approaching deadline and their differences lead to friction. Theyâve been working late nights, and exhaustion is wearing on both of them, making tempers shorter.
They have a disagreement over a critical aspect of the project, such as the direction of the campaign. The argument escalates quickly, with both raising their voices, airing out frustrations not just about the project but also about each otherâs working styles and personal issues.
âYouâre always so stubborn, never willing to see anyone elseâs perspective!â you shout at him, frustration boiling over.
He snaps back, his temper flaring up further. "And you're always so bossy, expecting everyone to follow your lead without question! You act like you're the only one who knows what's best. Maybe if you'd listen to other people for once, we wouldnât be in this mess!"
âAnd maybe if you werenât so stubborn and dismissive, weâd make progress instead of constantly arguing!â you retort, your voice rising.
He glares at you, his patience wearing thin. "Dismissive? I'm not the one who thinks they know everything. You're so set on dominating every decision that you can't even see when you're wrong."
He crosses his arms, a look of defiance on his face. "Maybe if you'd learn to compromise once in a while, we wouldn't be stuck in this damn cycle of arguing and getting nowhere!"
âCompromise works both ways, Jungwon. Maybe if you stopped acting like you always have the right answer, weâd actually find a solution that works for both of us!â you fire back, your eyes blazing with anger.
He scoffs, his defenses automatically going up even further. "You're one to talk! Youâre just as guilty of stubbornly sticking to your position as I am. You never listen to anyone elseâs perspectives, and then you get all defensive when someone challenges your ideas."
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated by the situation. "Maybe if you stopped being so confident in your infallibility, weâd actually be able to find a middle ground."
The argument reaches a peak, with both of you standing close, faces flushed with anger.
His eyes blaze with irritation as he glares at you, âYou never give an inch, do you? Itâs always your way or no way with you, isnât it? You canât even admit when youâre wrong.â
âYouâre so quick to point fingers and place the blame, never considering that maybe, just maybe, youâre part of the problem too,â you say, your voice shaking with frustration.
As the words hang in the air, the tension between you becomes almost unbearable.
âFuck this.â
He pulls you in for a kiss.
The kiss is intense and passionate. âShut up. Just shut up for a goddamn second,â he mutters in between kisses. His hands move to cradle your face, holding you tightly as he devours your lips.
The kiss breaks abruptly at the sound of the door opening. Jungwon steps back quickly, trying to act as if nothing had just happened, but his flushed face and the rapid rise and fall of his chest betray the intensity of the moment.
Dae raises an eyebrow at the scene before him, clearly having walked in on an interesting moment. âItâs getting late. I suggest you two go home and continue the project tomorrow.â
Jungwon shoots a sharp glare at Dae but forces himself to calm down. âYeah, alright. We were about to leave anyway." He picks up his laptop and shoves it into his bag, his movements a bit rushed and restless.
You pack your things, your heart still racing from the kiss. Jungwon watches you, his gaze never leaving you. He feels different kinds of emotionsâfrustration, confusion, and a whole lot more.
After you finish packing, he clears his throat softly. âLetâs go. Iâll walk you to your car.â He leads the way out of the office, his footsteps a little faster than usual. As you walk side by side in silence, he steals glances at you from the corner of his eye, clearly still affected by the earlier kiss.
Finally, as you reach your car, he pauses and turns to face you. âListen, about⌠that back thereââ He trails off, clearly struggling to find the right words. âI donât know why I did that. I just got so frustrated with that whole argument, and I guess I just... lost it. Iâm sorry.â
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. âIâm sorry too.â
He lets out a deep exhale, his shoulders sagging slightly. âWe need to find a way to work together without constantly arguing and⌠making things more complicated.â
He gives a light, self-deprecating chuckle. âMaybe we should start by not screaming at each other and then kissing each other senseless.â
You look up at him, trying to process everything. âDefinitely,â you agree softly, a hint of a smile playing on your lips despite the tension.
He runs a hand through his hair again, a nervous habit youâve noticed. âI⌠I just canât figure you out sometimes, you know? One minute youâre driving me insane by being so stubborn, and the next youâre looking at me with those eyes, all innocent and⌠damn it.â He drags a hand over his face, frustration evident in every line of his body.
He continued. âAnd I canât decide if I want to rip your clothes off or wring your neck. Hell, maybe both.â
You glare at him, surprised at his words. âPervert!â you exclaim, pushing him back with a firm hand on his chest.
He laughs a low, gravelly sound. âI never claimed to be anything else. But admit it, you donât exactly hate it.â
You keep your hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. âStop it,â you insist, your voice softer now, almost pleading.
He looks down at your hands on his chest, a small smirk forming. He lifts his own hands and covers yours with his, holding them against his chest. âStop what? Saying what Iâm thinking? Iâve never been good at hiding my thoughts, you should know that by now.â
You sigh, frustration evident in your voice. âIâm confused. Why the hell did you kiss me?â
âBecause⌠I donât know, okay? I donât know why I did it, or why it felt so good, or why I want to kiss you again right now. I just... canât think straight around you sometimes. You make me feel all twisted up inside.â He pauses, his eyes searching your face for understanding.
âYou drive me crazy in the most frustrating and arousing way possible. I donât know how else to explain it.â
âDo you like me or what?â you ask, your voice trembling slightly.
He hesitates for just a moment, his expression torn. Then he gives a half-smile. âI⌠donât know. Maybe. Probably. Yes. I definitely want you, thatâs for sure.â
âBut Iâm also frustrated as hell by you, and confused as hell by you. Itâs a complicated mix of emotions, I can tell you that.â
You shake your head, feeling just as confused. âYouâre confused, Iâm fucking confused, bro.â
He laughs a little at your outburst. âWell, at least weâre both confused. Great way to start a... whatever this would be.â
He continues, his tone softening. âYouâre really cute when you cuss. It doesnât fit your whole innocent angel persona you usually have going on.â
You raise your eyebrows, looking at him as if he was insane. âInnocent? You have seen me fight, right?â
He rolls his eyes, but his expression is lighthearted. âYeah, I know youâre fierce. But you also give off this innocent, angelic vibe, with your long lashes and cute little pouts. Itâs confusing as hell if you want me to be honest.â
âWell, whatever this is, you and I better finish the project. So we can have that goddamn paycheck,â you say, trying to steer the conversation back to work.
âYeah, youâre right. We can figure this other stuff out later, I guess.â He takes a small step back, creating a bit of space between you. âWeâll finish the project. Just⌠try not to drive me insane in the process, okay?â
âAnd how am I supposed to do that?â you ask, tilting your head.
He gives you an exasperated look. âHow the hell should I know? Stop being so stubborn, maybe. Stop being so damn cute and looking at me like that. Thatâd be a good start.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Maybe you should stop being an asshole then,â you say, crossing your arms.
He laughs, shaking his head. âAnd thereâs that sharp tongue that drives me insane. Canât go two minutes without calling me an ass, can you?â
You groan, âCanât you just let me go? I really have to go home.â
âYeah, alright. I donât want to keep you from your beauty sleep any longer.â He nods at you. âHave a good night. And donât work too hard on the project tonight. Weâll continue tomorrow.â
You offer a small smile, feeling the tension ease slightly. âYou bet,â you reply, then you open the car door and slide into the driverâs seat.
He watches as you get into your car, a small smile playing on his lips. As much as the two of you butted heads and drove each other crazy, he couldnât deny the attraction that was slowly building between you.
âThat woman honestly⌠my woman,â he mutters to himself as he walks away.
đ
You and Jungwon continued to work together, and with the projectâs success, there was a sense of accomplishment that was hard to ignore. Despite all the tension, the team had pulled off something impressive.
Heâs sitting at his desk, reviewing the projectâs metrics, when he looks up and catches your eye from across the office. A half-smile quirks, and he gives a slight nod, acknowledging your shared accomplishment. For now, the projectâs success took precedence over your differences.
He watches as you return his nod. The tension between you has lessened somewhat, an unspoken truce having formed as you both focus on the successful outcome of the project.
He looks back down at his computer screen, the numbers, and figures a welcome distraction from the thoughts of you that were still on his mind.
He wonders if the peace between you will last, or if things will return to the bickering and arguing once the high of success wears off.
đ
Mr. Jeon, has decided to celebrate in the company building to acknowledge the hard work and success of the project. The office is decorated, and a small party is in full swing. Colleagues are mingling, enjoying drinks and snacks, while music plays softly in the background.
Jungwon stands off to the side of the room, nursing a drink and watching the party unfold. His eyes occasionally scan the room, searching for the one person he both wants to see and dreads seeing - you.
When he finally spots you, he feels a jolt of something in his chest - a mix of attraction and irritation. You look as effortless and beautiful as ever.
Out of hesitation, he decides to approach you. He reaches your side, clearing his throat softly to get your attention. âNeed a minute?â
You look up, meeting his gaze. âOf course.â
He leads you away from the noise and bustle of the party, finding a quieter spot in another office far away. Once there, he turns to face you. âFirst of all, I just wanted to say... that we did good. The project was a success, and we managed to put aside our differences for the sake of the company. I guess we actually make a halfway decent team.â
You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. âI guess we do. Itâs surprising how well we managed to pull it off despite all the arguing.â
He lets out a small chuckle, a genuine smile spreading across his face. âWho would have thought, huh? The companyâs most vocal enemies actually working together and pulling off something amazing.â
âBut I guess I have to ask... how are we going to keep this truce up? You're still a headache, you know?â
You shrug, trying to keep the mood light. âI donât know. Weâll figure it out. Maybe we need to communicate better or add some ground rules.â
Jungwon's smile fades slightly, replaced by a look of frustration. âDamn it, youâre so frustrating. Iâm trying to have a serious conversation here, and you just... never give a straight answer.â
Youâre standing so close to each other that he has to tilt his head down slightly to maintain eye contact. âDo you have any idea how confusing you are? One minute I want to strangle you, and the next minute I want toââ
He cuts himself off abruptly, looking away. âNever mind, it doesn't matter.â
Youâve had enough of his mixed signals.
You roll your eyes, exasperated. âIâve had enough. Do you like me or not? I canât keep doing this if youâre just going to keep me guessing.â
He lets out a gruff laugh, shaking his head. âYouâre always so straightforward, arenât you? Canât even give me a momentâs peace to figure out what Iâm feeling.â
He looks back down at you, his expression softening. âYeah, I⌠I think I do. Love you, I mean. I know itâs insane, and itâs probably the worst idea Iâve ever had, but I canât seem to help it.â
A mixture of relief and joy floods through you. âI know because I love you too, asshole. Itâs been driving me crazy, trying to figure out how you feel. But I need to know where we stand. Are we going to keep pretending like this isnât happening?â
He's startled for a moment, not expecting your sudden admission. But as your lips meet him, he loses all self-control. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens.
You pull back slightly, breathless. âWe canât keep doing this. One minute weâre fighting, the next weâre kissing. We need to figure out what we really want.â
He nods, his forehead resting against yours. âI know. But right now, all I want is you.â
As the intensity of the moment takes over, he reaches for a hand behind him to lock the door.
đ
The next day,
Jungwon was walking down the hallway when he saw you. He immediately noticed something was off - you were walking a little slower than usual, and there was a slight limp in your steps.
He frowns, walking over to you with concern on his face. "Are you alright? You look like you're walking a little... stiffly."
You glare at him. "Your fault."
He raises an eyebrow at your accusation, his mind flashing back to the previous nightâs... activities. He notes the slight flush still evident on your cheeks and the subtle limp in your gait. "Yeah, well, you didnât seem to mind last night," he teases, tilting his head.
"Good thing no one caught us," you mutter, trying to keep your voice down.
He chuckles as he backs you into the wall behind you. "Iâll admit, you were pretty loud last night." He braces one hand against the wall beside your head, leaning in closer. "If someone had walked by, they definitely would have heard you. I might have had a hard time explaining⌠things."
"Let's say we were fighting," you suggest, rolling your eyes. "At least itâs a believable excuse."
He laughs, fully amused at the thought. "A fight? At 1 am? They would never believe that. Not with the sounds you were making. But for the record, I think it was worth the risk."
"Whatever. Come on," you grumble, embracing him for support as you start to walk. "I just hope I can make it through the day without collapsing."
"You know, we could always skip work and spend the day at my place. Give your legs some rest," he whispers to you.
"You think Mr. Jeon would allow us?" you ask skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "He's pretty strict about attendance, especially after big projects."
"Probably not. But I can be... persuasive when I want to be. If I tell him we need some time to discuss important project-related matters, he might just sign off on it." He squeezes your arm gently. "Itâs only the responsible thing to do, after all."
"You do know that the project is finished, right? What project-related matters could we possibly discuss?" you remind him.
"I know. But we have to keep up appearances, donât we? And who knows, we might find something... new to work on," he says with a playful grin. "And I can think of several things that need my immediate attention."
"I'm too sore, Jungwon!" you scold him, trying to keep your tone serious. "I can barely walk, let alone... do anything else."
"I bet you are. I might have gotten a little carried away last night." He pulls back slightly to look at your face, his expression softening. "We donât have to do anything too strenuous, I promise. We can just relax, watch a movie, order some food."
"We did work really hard on that project. Maybe we do deserve a break," you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But what if Mr. Jeon finds out weâre just slacking off?"
He shrugs, a sly grin on his face. "Who cares what the CEO would allow? Weâre both senior team members, and weâve done a damn good job with the project. Iâm sure weâve earned a little break. And honestly, Iâd much rather spend the day with you in my bed than stuck here in the office."
"Fine," you finally relent, unable to resist his charm. "But only because I really need a break."
A satisfied smile spreads across his face as you cave in. He reluctantly releases his hold on you. "Great. Iâll go talk to Mr. Jeon real quick, then we can get out of here."
He glances down at your legs, frowning slightly. "Can you even walk comfortably in those heels? You look like youâre about to fall over!"
"I gotta look hot, alright?" you retort, lifting your chin defiantly. "Canât have everyone thinking Iâm slacking off just because Iâm sore."
He looks at you, taking in the tight pencil skirt and stiletto heels youâre wearing. Heâs having a hard time disagreeing with your statement. "You look hot, alright, but you shouldâve worn something more comfortable if you knew your legs would be this sore."
"I didnât plan on being sore, genius. Just tell Mr. Jeon," you say, exasperated. "And hurry up. I donât want to be standing here all day."
He rolls his eyes, but heâs still smiling. "Alright, alright. Iâm going."
đ
Jungwon has his arm wrapped around your shoulders while lying on his bed as you both watch the movie. His fingers absently stroke your arm as he watches the screen.
He glances down at you, noticing how you look in his oversized t-shirt. There was something domestic and endearing about it that made him feel butterflies in his stomach.
He smiles, "You look better in my clothes than you do in your work clothes."
"You are kidding," you say, giving him a playful nudge. "Your clothes are so baggy on me. I look like I'm drowning in them."
He laughs and kisses the top of your head. "I'm serious. You should just start wearing my stuff and call it a day. It suits you better." He nuzzles his face into your hair. "And I have to admit, I like seeing you in my clothes and the way you smell like me."
You roll your eyes playfully. "You're just saying that because you like the idea of me being marked by you. Territorial much?"
He reaches over for a piece of food from the tray on the nightstand, holding it up to your lips. "Here, have some food. You must be hungry. Then maybe we can finish the movie and see if we can find something else to do."
You open your mouth, and he feeds you the food, watching as you chew, his eyes full of adoration. "Thanks. I was starving," you admit after swallowing. "This movie night idea was perfect."
Once you've swallowed, he sets the food aside and shifts on the bed. "You know, I never actually asked you out properly even though we already said 'I love you' to each other."
"I was waiting for you to say that," you reply, smiling up at him. "I mean, we've been acting like a couple, but I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to make it official."
He laughs again, but his eyes never leave your face. He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Well, I guess Iâm saying it now, huh? I still canât believe we went from hating each other to this. Itâs crazy."
"I know, right?" you say with a soft laugh. "I thought you were the most insufferable person Iâve ever met. But now, I can't imagine my life without you."
"I guess what they say is true. Thereâs a fine line between love and hate." Then he continued. "Although, Iâm starting to think it was more of a âlustâ rather than a âloveâ for a while there."
"Maybe," you say thoughtfully. "But I think there was always something more. We just didn't realize it."
"Well, now itâs definitely both. I think I went from âdespisingâ you to âdesiringâ you to âlovingâ you in record time." He said chuckling.
"Arenât you gonna ask me out properly?" you say bluntly, raising an eyebrow at him.
"What, this isnât formal enough? Maybe I should get on one knee and ask you properly then," he teases, pausing to look at you seriously. ââAlright..ââ
"Will you officially be my girlfriend, even though we basically are already? Pretty please?"
"Yes, of course," you say with a grin. "But you better make it up to me with a proper date soon."
He then presses his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. After a moment, he reluctantly pulls back, breaking the kiss but still keeping his face near yours. "Thank god. I was afraid you were going to say no."
"Bitch, are you serious right now?" you say, looking at him as if he was crazy. "You know I couldn't say no to you."
"No, I know you couldnât resist me even if you tried, babe." He leans in to plant soft kisses on your cheek. "I love you. Mwah. Mwah."
"I love you too," you whisper, snuggling closer to him. "And for the record, I think this whole thing is pretty amazing. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad we were forced to work together."
"Me too," he says softly. "It's been a wild ride, but I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Yeah, it was clear that things did take a turn after that first kiss. It was a hectic rollercoaster of a ride, but I guess being forced to work on a project with the person you despise can turn it into either the best or worst experience ever.
But for you? It sure as hell was the best.
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Baby Maker ŕź kth (m)
â Summary: You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.
Pairing: husband!taehyung x fem!reader
AU/genre: pwp, fluff, smut, marriage au
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 2,473
Warnings: light fighting, hard dom!taehyung, slight brat sub!reader, make up s*x, rough s*x, manhandling, bl*wjob, teasing, b**b groping, degradation (taehyung calls reader a sl*t), impreg k*nk, f*replay, penetration, r*ding, d*ggy, d*rty talk, d*ck slapping, taehyung refers to himself as daddy, mention of aftercare, trouble taking off lingerie bc yeah it be a whole process sometimes.
A/N: seeing Taehyung on esquire...you cannot tell me he doesn't look good omg đ anyway this is filthy sooo I'm going to rock myself to sleep now bc i work on the moring, pls enjoy đ
"Sweetheart, I didn't mean to be late. I'm sorry."
Taehyung stands in front of you with pleading eyes. He tries not to drop his gaze below your neck, seeing that you're more than pissed at him for getting home nearly an hour later than planned. He feels bad about it, he really does. But he can also easily see his favorite fiery red lingerie peeking out of your silky robe, making him all the more eager to show you how he can make it up to you.
"Well that's too bad Taehyung because I'm not in the mood anymore." You tighten your arms across your chest and stand your ground. If your husband didn't look like sex on legs all the time this would be a lot easier nevertheless, he will not be getting his dick sucked tonight.
"Are you kidding?" He gives you a 'really' look before reaching for one of your wrists. "You're always in the mood for baby making. Been in the mood for months. Come on sweetheart, how many times do I need to tell you I'm sorry? Let me make it up to you."
"No." You swiftly pull away from him. "I'm showering and then going to bed." You head over to your dresser to grab a pair of pajamas to change into. Are you being petty? Maybe. But you and Taehyung have been trying for a baby over the past two weeks. So him being late tonight just feels like he isn't taking any of it seriously.
"Don't even think about trying to come in here," you spit, moving to close the door of the master bathroom. Taehyung gives a small sigh before stopping the door with his hands. Your eyes avert to the motion immediatelyâdamn his fingers for being so long and sleek.
"Baby I know I shouldn't have been late, and I know you're horny but aren't we being the tiniest bit stubborn here?"
"What the hell did you say?" You can't believe your ears. "You think this is me just being stubborn and horny? No, this is me-, you pause, scrambling for words. "I'm punishing you!" You point at him accusingly.
"Punishing me by withholding sex? From being an hour late tonight? I get it baby, I do but is that what you really want? To take a shower, then go to sleep." He pushes his way through the door and walks up to you until he's towering over you. His warm blonde locks drape over his eyesâ you know how soft they feel in your hands. "Or," his deep honeyed voice teases near your ear as he tugs on one of your robe's straps. "Do you want to take off this useless piece of material and I'll show you how sorry I am?" He sets his hands on your hips, tracing down the fabric of your robe. "I'll let you ride me," he husks.
You bite the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to keep yourself from throwing yourself at him. It's not every night that you're allowed to top with a husband as alpha as Taehyung in the bed. And the way his hands are moving so sensually up and down your sides is making you shudder with arousal.
"Fuck you. Fuck you to the moon and back Taehyung."
"Great, let's start that tonight." Taehyung takes it as a go and you pound on his back with your fists when you feel your whole body being slung over his shoulder. He plops you on the bed within seconds and crawls up to you in a straddling positionâthighs on either side of your waist. "I swear to god __, our baby better not inherent this stubborn streak of yours." He starts untying the knot of your robe and prys the material open to slip down your shoulders.
"What baby?" You sit up a little to let him remove it. "The only baby you seem to be making is with Park Jimin. You were at his house all day. Or was it Jungkook? Did you have a threesome with them?"
"For fucksake, no I wasn't having a threesome with those idiots who can't even get their dicks out of their pants." He tosses the robe to the side, cock swelling at the sight of you underneath him in lacey red lingerie and black lace gartersâthis he did not see before. "And I'm not into Jimin, he's too into his porno films. Now enough whining. I said I was sorry."
"You were watching porn with Jimin?!" Your eyes go large as saucers. Apparently, that's all you heard. Taehyung lets out a throaty growl, more than fed up with your attitude tonight.
"No I wasn't! Stop it. I wasn't fucking or watching people fuck." He holds your wrists down on the mattress to keep you from moving about. "You get so goddamn needy. I didn't realize you could get this horny."
"I told you its not aboutâ"
"Shut up and let me kiss you." Taehyung presses his mouth against yours, biting your lower lip like a sin. You squirm underneath his hold but end up moaning when he slips his tongue into the small crease between your lips.
"Taehyung," you let out a breathy gasp when you feel his fully hardened cock brush against your center. Not much else gets to come out after that as Taehyung continues to lick every corner of your mouth, toying with your tongue at the same time.
It's when he finally breaks from your lips to trace wet kisses along the curve of your neck that you can catch your breath again. His firm hold on your wrists also loosen, but you know exactly where they're moving next.
"Did you really expect me to believe you'd put on my favorite lingerie with these godforsaken garters only to not have your brains completely fucked tonight?" He squeezes your breasts and rolls his thumbs around your nipples, feeling them harden with the friction.
You choose to remain silent this time, slightest smirk on your face which no doubt irritates your husband to no end.
"Don't want to say anything anymore Mrs. Kim?" He fiddles with the front of your bra, specifically the tiny hook that's holding the cups together. "Nothing at all? Just gonna lay there and stare at me with those beautiful lusty eyes?"
"You know I was feeling really guilty earlier," Taehyung rasps, leaning back to throw his shirt over his head. "I was afraid you were actually mad at me and at first I think you were. But..." He reaches to unbuckle his belt. "Now you're just acting like a brat to tick me off."
You bite down a whimper when his cock bounces free, practically throbbing to be inside something. You've taken Taehyung many times with tears streaming down your face, each round reminding you of his massive size.
"Fuck," he groans as he takes himself in his palm. "If you want to be treated like a brat so much then it's your lucky day." He straddles your sides again, the head of his cock falling proudly in front of your lips. "Open," he demands, but you bite your lip; feigning innocence.
Your husband is not impressed, however. "Quit acting like you've never seen cock before," he barks. "You're the furthest thing from a virgin so open up."
Rude, you think before slowly sticking your tongue out until it touches the slit of his cock. You know it'll piss him off but you decide it's fun to keep swirling around the sensitive area, collecting the pre-cum dripping out.
"Shit, don't." Your husband groans and screws his eyes shut to keep himself from coming early.
You should take this as a warning but you're far too pleased of yourself so you continue teasing him, making sure a few purposeful moans slip out as you lick around his tan tip.
"Fuck I'm gonna blow my load in ten seconds if you don't stop. Baby, stop."
You ignore your husband's pleas and wrap your lips around the head of his length, sucking it with determination. As if to counter the filthy action you sparkle your eyes up into his dark ones. You make them as big as you can. Anytime now and he'll-
"I said stop you fucking slut!" The words are barked at you without warning. Taehyung takes his cock from you and slaps it across your cheek. A very sticky substance smears on your face. "Now, get my dick wet or nothing's going into that slutty little cunt."
You widen your mouth to take him deeper at his threat but it's too slowâor Taehyung's too impatient. Either way, his thick length shoves to the back of your throat and starts running in and out of your mouth with a vengeance. You choke at the intensity of each thrust, vision blurring due to the tears building.
"Is it too much sweetheart?' He provokes, beads of sweat line his forehead and a vein threatens to pop from his neck any second. "Too big for your pretty mouth to handle?"
You feel yourself clench as the heavy weight of his length glides faster on your tongue. The anticipation of his release is killing you and though you can't speak, right now, you want your husband to make you look like such a messy whore that his come fills your mouth and spills down your tits. Then you want him to flip you over, prop your ass up, and fuck you until burning hot sensation courses through your body.
While in thought, Taehyung takes the opportunity to slip himself out of your mouth. A string of spit can't help but follow with it.
"Butâ"
"It's plenty wet now," Taehyung smirks at your obvious distress. He moves to take your panties and garter off next. "Fuck," he swears in frustration. "How do you get this off dammit?" You help him wiggle yourself out of the contraption (which ends up taking a good five or six minutes).
As soon as the lace fabric is discarded, you find yourself quickly being lifted on his hardened member. Taehyung makes sure you're well-supported before roughly thrusting up into your wet cunt. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm he sets, tempting him to go faster.
"I promised I'd let you ride me didn't I?"
"Notâwhat Iâhad in mind," you pant. "Fuck, Taehyung you're always so fucking bigâah!" You grip his shoulders when his cock perfectly hits your g-spot.
"Good to see you've found your voice again baby. I was beginning to think you were going to give me the silent treatment this whole night."
"Shutâah shitâyes, Taehyung, right there! Faster, fuck!" You moan, too caught up in the way his cock is making you feel to care about talking back.
"What a filthy mouth on you Mrs. Kim. No one taught you any manners?" He darts his tongue out to gently graze across a nipple. At the action, you start moving with his thrusts; meeting them in sync.
"So good Taehyung." Your eyes flutter shut. "If this doesn't get me pregnant thenâ"
You squeal when you're suddenly thrown off his cock and turned on your stomach. With your ass positioned nice and high in the air, your husband can see every trace of your arousal.
"Don't worry about that sweetheart." His cock pushes back into your pussy, teeth nipping at your ear ever so gently but enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Daddy's definitely gonna make you a mommy tonight."
Taehyung caves over you to fully cover your back before picking up the same pace as before. "You want my cum baby?" He grunts. "Want me to fill you up and make you round with my child?"
"Yes-yes." You grip the sheets underneath you for leverage. "Want you to put a baby in me Taehyung."
"Fuckâsay that again." He growls and continues snapping his hips. The sound of skin slapping on skin is so lewd but you and Taehyung can't be bothered by the noise when you're breathing so heavily in each other's ear.
"I want you to put a baby in me Tae."
"Louder."
"I wantâ," you struggle to repeat the words when you feel your walls tighten around his length. Your stomach churns too and the way his cock fucks in you gets seemingly harder to take.
"Close baby?"
"Mm." You barely respond, too focused on getting to your high.
"And to think you were simply going to shower and sleep tonight." He circles back to your earlier argument with the cockiest smirk on his face but it's wiped off as quick as it came when you start grinding your hips to meet his thrusts.
"That's it," Taehyung clenches his teeth. "Get yourself offâholy fuck you feel so goddamn tight around me."
"I'mâI'm coming!" Once the cord snaps in you, your eyes roll to the back of your head. Ropes of your cum drip over your husband's length, covering it completely, and down part of your inner thigh. Taehyung's cock twitches in response and his breaths turn into aggressive pants as he starts chasing after his own release.
"Shit baby, shit! I'm so fucking close. Gonna breed this pussy, tell me you want it one more time baby."
"Mm, yes, want it so bad," you let out a strained moan. "Come in meâah daddy!" His length reaches a little further this time, making you yelp.
"Shit, you okay baby?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Keep moving. It just surprised me."
"If I go too hard, tell me okay?" You respond with the loudest 'mhm' you can.
After a few more broken groans and profanities your husband finally finishes with his cum painting your walls less than thirty seconds later.
A long sigh of relief leaves both your lips when you roll over on your backsâsweaty, sore, and satisfied.
"Wasn't expecting you to call me daddy in bed." Taehyung lazily hovers near your body and presses a kiss to your lips. You allow his tongue to slip in for a minute before shoving him off.
"Don't get used to it, mister. And don't ever slap me with your dick again. I'm all sticky."
"I'm sorry, do you want me to draw you a bath?"
"You best believe I do."
"Yes ma'am." Taehyung goes to get up but he falls back down. "Can you give me like ten minutes first? We went a little hard tonight, I can't really feel my dick."
"You sure about that?" You reach over to gently grip his length.
"Shitâhurts baby."
"Sorry." You grin, not sorry at all. "I'm sure it'll be fine in the morning."
Taehyung looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "Are you kidding? It'll be fine by the time I get you in the bath."
A/n: ...goodnight đ
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hi! đ
do you also find it really attractive when guys say I know, baby I know. or something along those lines (///w///)
if your taking them could i request jik or hq characters doing this in some scenario/drabble. please feel no rush/pressure.
take care of your self too:)
âi know baby, i know.â
ft. jjk + hq boys fluff, slight nsfw, humor.
tags. nsfw for gojo oikawa and kuroo, rest are cute scenarios + some hcs i made on some.
chars. gojo/oikawa+ kuroo, geto/osamu, toji/atsumu, inumaki/kenma, yuji/hinata, megumi/kageyama, choso/suna, todo/bokuto, nanami/akaashi
a/n. tysm nonnie!! i didnt know if u wanted them separate or just in a group category..couldnt resist not giving gojo oikawa and kuroo smut. i hope this was what u wanted:((
gojo, oikawa, kuroo
you were sprawled out on his bed in his apartment. you were gripping the soft cushion sheets in pleasure, gritting your teeth, occasionally biting your lower lip to halt your moans. his long skinny fingers scissored their way through your gummy walls as if they owned the place. the tips of his calloused fingers hitting your g-spot everytime he thrusted in. you hated how vulnerable you became, how you melted like putty just from his fingers- but it just felt soo good. he knew your insides like no one else, knew all your sweet spots and how to make you cum. he was big- big being in understatement. he was huge, in your eyes atleast. prep was needed, always. even though you hated how long it took to get you ready.
âhngh.. i want you now- please!~â you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up to you with a frown. âwant you insideee..ngh! canât wait...~â
âi know baby, i know. youâll get it soon, âkay? i just dont wanâ it to hurt, my love.â he said softly, adding a third finger in. âjust a little bit more, okay princess?â
geto, osamu
it was 3am, and you could not sleep. you tried scrolling through twitter and instagram for some time, but couldnât. thats when you opened up tiktok, fully forgetting that, tiktok.. was a music app. and your volumeâŚwas halfway up. so when you opened it, it blasted for a second before you quickly swiped off the app, why were you so scared? well..
ây/n, what the fuck.. why are you up, go to sleep girl.â
your boyfriend was sleeping, and you hated waking him up.
âbut i canât sleep sugu/âsamu!! im not tireddd.â you whined, pouting. as if he could see you.
âdont care, go to bed or im snatching your phone away. l/n.â he growled and sat up rubbing his eyes.
ânoo im sorry. please i cant sleep, babe!!â
âi know baby, i know. what if we cuddle and i tell you about my plans for tomorrow, hm? maybe itâll help.â
toji, atsumu
âi want a dog.â you said glaring at him, who was sat on your couch.
âi know baby, i know. but yk we cant.. im fuckin allergic âmember??â he shot you a mocking facial expression.
âbut its okay, you can just take some Benadryl and youâll be fineee! its not a big deal toji / âtsumu.â you pouted.
you walked over to him and sat on his lap facing him.
âif yur tryna seduce me into agreeing, its not gâna work babe.â he put his hands on your waist.
âughhh!! can we atleast get like a cat or something?? please babyyy.â
âletâs leave this conversation for a different day, y/n.â he replied before pulling you into a hot kiss...that led to making out.. that led to your own personal problem for tonight.
inumaki, kenma (I PUT BOKUTO AND YUJI BC I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA HAVE AKAASHI AND MEGUMI IN THIS TOO BUT I CHANGED MY MIND.. SO PRETEND IT SAYS PANDA FOR INUMAKI..)
yuji, hinata
it was getting late⌠too late. your boyfriend had a day off and decided to spend it by sleeping, completely forgetting the fact that you two agreed on walking around the park today.. he was just soo lazy :(
âsweetheartâŚ.get upppp. its 12pm, you needa wake up.â you whined as your boyfriend tightened his grip around your body. he was big spooning you, a position where not even an earthquake could move him out of.
âmmm, i know baby, i know. justâŚfive more- five minutes.â he groaned into your ear, you could feel the warm breath against your earlobe, it sending tingles down your neck to your spine.
âif you get up, ill take a shower with you, and make you waffles.â
you had never seen him get up from bed that fast before.
megumi, kageyama
you and your boyfriend were having you weekly movie night, you were under his right arm while you layed your head on his lap, using the blanket to cover your view of the flat screen.
âbabeâŚ.i dont wanna watch this..its scary.â you pout as you attempt to sink deeper into your boyfriends arms.
âi know baby, i know.. but i love this movie, so can we please keep it on?â he scratched the back of his neck.
âughhh, couldnât we just watch inside out 2 or something babeee??â you whined.
âthatâs a kids movie, im fine where im at.â he flicked you on the forehead.
âstoppp!! owww.â you cried out.
choso, suna
you two were watching moana in his room, the room was dark and you were both on his bed, cuddling. everything was fine until there was a loud noise which you thought came from the kitchen. you thought nothing of it but your boyfriendâŚ
âdid you hear that? what the fuck.â he sat up.
âbabeâŚyou better not.â you warned him with a glare.
âit was a fucking ghost, y/n. i fucking told you theyre real. theres no way im letting somethi-â
you cut him off, âgirl, ghosts are not damn real. if you dont lay your ass right back down i swear to god.â
âi know baby, i know.. but you gotta really think about it, what else could it be?â he bit down on his thumbnail.
âshut up, cho/rin.â
todo, bokuto
you were sitting on the dinner table- across from your boyfriend, who had told you he had something really important to talk to you about. some minutes passed and he was just sitting there, hands interlocked together, his leg beating up and down.
âbabeâŚis everything all right? its been like 3 minutes are ya gonna say something?..â you softly spoke.
âthereâs something..i gotta own up to.â he spoke, not moving a muscle.
âoh fuck no, if you cheated on me i swear to god-â
âare you crazy?,â he finally moved from his position and gave you a puzzled look, âof course not, its just..â
he took a long deep breath..
âwhen i was 5 years old, i went with my mom to the store. she was browsing and i wondered off and.. i saw this lollipop, that i really, like really wanted. and i picked it up and asked her if i could get it, of course my mother being my mother she said no. so i got angry.. and stuffed it in my little pocket. and she checked out and i got away with it. and i just keep thinking about it, and the more serious we get with our relationship i just cant bare the everlasting weight and guilt of this act i decided to act upon. so im telling you now.. if you wanna make your choice on whether you still wanna date a criminal like me.â
you got up from you seat, and sighed.
âi hope its April 1st today.â
nanami, akaashi
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It's so annoying that even after all these years stalkers get these kind of interviews before real fans get involved
it's so fucking creepy
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Heyy bestie
Can I request a Mommy!Lizzie x fem!reader where we make plans with her for lunch but her work schedule makes her miss it, then reader gets really sad and pouty and spams her phone but Lizzie doesnât answer. And when she finally comes home she comes back with flowers and then makes it up to us with the strap and js some lovely sexđââď¸
Iâve js been in my feels lately and want mommy to make it better đ
Tonight | Elizabeth Olsen
Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader
Warnings: strap use, dirty talk
Word count: 1.2k
AN: Iâm sorry youâve been in your feels. I hope this makes you feel better. (I also want mommy Lizzie to make things better.)
I looked at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, checking to see if my girlfriend messaged me back. She was twenty minutes late already. I knew she was busy with work, but she could at least text me, right?
I sighed softly, placing my phone down on the table and finishing my drink. This wasnât the first time Iâd been stood up by her and I was sure it wouldnât be the last.
I couldnât be too angry with her though, she got worked like a dog and Iâm sure it wasnât her fault that she had no time to herself. If she wasnât on set, she was giving an interview and if she wasnât giving an interview, she was doing a photoshoot - there was literally just not enough time in the day for her to do it all and be with me.
I stood up from my chair and began cleaning up the unused dishes from our lunch. I didnât know why I thought today would be different. I sighed sadly, pushing back tears as I placed my wine glass in the sink, placing the plates back in the cupboard and the forks and knives in the drawer. Hopefully sheâd be home for dinner.
I picked up my phone from the table and messaged her again, hoping Iâd get a text back before long. Or a phone call.
But I heard nothing. Throughout the rest of the day, I occasionally sent her a message, telling her I missed her and loved her and that I hoped she was having a good day and not working herself too hard.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her to come home. I was woken up by the sound of keys jingling in the door and I rubbed my tired eyes, looking towards the front door where Lizzie was coming in from. She entered and closed the door behind her quietly, trying her best to not be too loud. What time was it?
âHi, baby,â she greeted me softly, kneeling down next to me on the couch. âIâm sorry I didnât text you.â
She handed me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and I teared up looking at them.
âTheyâre beautiful.â I sat up and took them from her. âThank you.â
âYou deserve them. Iâve been a horrible girlfriend, but Iâm gonna make it up to you.â
I smiled at her, sniffling softly at her words.
âYou donât have to. Just being here with you is enough.â
âItâs not.â She said, resting her hand on my thigh. âWe need to spend some time together and Iâm hoping youâll let me make it up to you.â
Her hand trailed up my thigh, soft, lingering touches just barely reaching my core. My breath hitched and I took my bottom lip between my teeth, a pink hue coloring my cheeks. It had been so long since weâd been intimate, I almost forgot what her touch felt like.
She leaned in towards me, slowly, barely touching my lips with her own, as if she was nervous to be kissing me. I kissed her back, letting her know it was okay. She smiled against me and her thumb rubbed against my mound gently, just barely touching me.
âLizzie,â I whispered, looking up into her beautiful green eyes. âI missed you.â
âI know, dove. But, I'm here now. Iâm gonna take care of you.â
She stood from her crouching position and I followed her, standing up from the couch and taking her hand, placing the flowers on the couch before letting her lead me to the bedroom.
She wasted no time in undressing us, her eager lips still capturing my own in heated kisses. Her hands caressed my hips, pulling me close as she removed our clothing. When we were both naked, she stopped to admire me, making me blush a fierce red.
âYouâre so beautiful.â She whispered and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck softly.
âLet me taste you.â I kissed and nipped at her, her groans egging me on further.
âNot yet.â She said as she ran her hands over the swell of my ass, grabbing at me greedily. âI wanna be inside you.â
Heat rushed down between my legs, and I could feel my slick coating my inner thighs.
She smiled down at me and led me to the bed. I climbed onto it and got comfortable while she dug through our sex toys drawer, searching for just the right strap.
She pulled out a nice, girthy pink cock, one of my favorites, and slipped it on. She stroked it a few times and I licked my lips in anticipation. She got on the bed and spread my legs, settling between them. I raised myself up on my elbows to watch her as she slapped the cock against my slit, sliding it between my folds and letting it get wet.
âI canât wait to be inside you.â She murmured to herself, thrusting the cock up against me.
I bit my lip and moaned as she continuously hit my clit, my hips rising slightly to meet her thrusts.
When she was satisfied, she slipped the tip into my aching cunt and let out a soft groan.
âLook at that greedy pussy. You take me so well, baby.â She said under her breath, sliding into me inch by delicious inch.
âAh, Lizzie.â I whined, my brow furrowing as I watched her.
She kept her eyes on my pussy, watching as I took her hungrily. I fell back on the pillows and grabbed the sheets underneath me, my eyes rolling back as she finally bottomed out. I felt so full of her, so deliciously full, as she slowly fucked me.
âThatâs right, baby. Take mommyâs cock.â
âUnh, m-mommy,â I let out a soft whimper and she groaned, pumping in and out of me. âHarder, mommy.â
She leaned over me, kissing me roughly as her hips moved against mine rapidly. She swallowed my moans, sucking my tongue into her mouth and biting down on it gently.
She pressed her forehead against mine, gasping for air as she fucked me roughly. She couldnât get deep enough inside me and I couldnât get enough of her trying to reach my deepest spot.
âI love you.â She moaned softly, looking into my eyes and I nearly cried at the sound of her voice. She sounded so sincere, so passionate.
âI love you.â I said back to her, kissing her fiercely.
I bit down on her lower lip as my orgasm quickly approached. Just being close to her was getting me off. The base of the strap rubbed against my clit and pushed me over the edge.
I moaned into her mouth, wrapping my legs around her and pulling her close as I came. She didnât even have to touch me for me to cum.
âAlready, baby?â She whispered against my lips and I nodded sheepishly.
She let out a soft chuckle, slowing her thrusts as I came down from my high.
âCan I taste you now?â I asked softly, wanting so desperately to please her.
âTonight is about you.â She kissed me again and my heart swelled with love. âIâm gonna take care of you all night.â
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tagged by @librasuncharles @cerona14 and @leclerctops to do the last lines of wips thing - thanks so much for thinking of me, loves 𼰠and sorry for taking so long/putting this off for a bit, bcs i was a little hesitant to enter into the disaster that is my WIPs folder lmao đ but i have braved it! and here goes:
[redacted] winter exchange fic:
Charles would follow Pierre anywhere - he's always known that.
[redacted] 2nd winter exchange fic:
âNow come upstairs and show me how good you can be for me.â
fake dating au, chapter 7:
If anything, the problem will be that this kiss was too convincing.
monaco boat sex
"You. I just want you."
pierresteban kinkmeme prompt fill:
Esteban doesn't ask him to stay, and Pierre leaves without another word.
i have more wips than this (đ) but i decided to limit myself to only ones which i have opened/added to some way in the year 2023. turns out i'm unintentionally being quite a tease with some of these lines, hehe... đ¤đ good writing times!
now, uhhhh, i have literally no idea who has done this and who hasn't, so if you see this and you've been double-tagged... i'm sorry and i love you very much đĽşđĽş similarly, if you see this and you haven't been tagged, please please please feel free to @ me and say i tagged you! i always, always want to know more about people's wips đđ
now for my tags: @redyellowstupid, @welightitup, @effervescentdragon, @hourcat, @thepavementsings, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @russiardo, @checkeredflagsandshit, if any of you lovelies feel like giving a sneak peek into what you're working on! đĽ°
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Hey honey ! Itâs đ !! I have a request for you đ𼰠I love tough men that are assholes but turn soft for this one sweet girl ! And I was thinking Mafia Bucky and his rivalâs daughter . He starts hooking up with her with every intention of her father finding out and being furious . But sheâs none the wiser . Sheâs sweet and gentle with him even when heâs rough and rude . He always leaves the minute theyâre done ,leaving her all alone and naked in her bed but sheâs never bitter about it. After one particular night though , where they had sex in his place , she fell asleep , too worn out from Bucky being particularly rough . He took a moment to see her as something more than his nemesis daughter and he had to admit she was ethereal. Always sweet and kind . So much different than him and Bucky realized he might be falling for her . Especially with the way she was clinging to him in her sleep and how she never treated him like he was the bad guy . When he woke up she wasnât there but everything changed after that night . The sex was gentler and so were his touches and kisses . He wasnât just hooking up with her . He was making love to her without a word about this new change in their situationship . Until one night he had her in his arms , unafraid to cradle her cheek and kiss her forehead , telling her how he is in love with her and asking her to forgive him for the way he treated her
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Okay Iâm dropping a bunch of WIPS for this. Bruh the request alone gave me butterflies I love this trope so much. Goddamnn.Â
This starts with very fuck boy asshole type Bucky. I made him a dick in this, deal with it, donât cry about it, he redeems himself. See how the request says men that are assholes. I live for it. Bucky. Is. An. Ass. Hole. And a sweet baby by the end.Â
Also I donât trust google translate but thatâs what we have to work with, I am so sorry.Â
âYouâre making this harder than it has to be Starkâ Bucky sipped his drink, leaning back in his chair while Tonyâs jaw clenched, wishing he could just put a bullet in between his rivals eyebrows. Bucky swirled the whisky in his glass, the ice clinking against each other while Tony rejected his proposal again, tensions growing higher with each passing minute.Â
âYouâre not getting control over the Southâ He gritted through his teeth, ready to end the meeting one way or another until the door clicked open. You poked your head into his office, quickly padding over to his side, ignoring the broody men that surrounded the office.Â
âDad, Iâm going out with Wanda, weâll be back late, is that okay?â You never left the house without telling him where you were going first, it was a rule he made for you when you were younger but you stuck to it even years later. You knew he always worried about you.Â
Tony frowned at your presence, not because he didnât want you there but because he could see the other men stare at you, their eyes raking up and down your body like fresh meat. The dark material of your dress hugged your body perfectly and the thigh high slit wasnât helping.Â
âBe safeâ He pecked your forehead before sending one of his men with you, âBarton, drive her thereâ He shot the men in his office a death glare; he was patient over many things but you were not something they could fuck with. Ever. Bucky cocked an eyebrow noticing Tonyâs shift in demeanor, he was protective over his little princess. He smiled to himself with this new information, why fight for the south side when he could he could ruin something more precious.Â
âThis meeting is overâ Tony stated, nodding to his men to escort Bucky and the others out. He narrowed his eyes at the way Bucky shrugged, casually downing his drink without making a counter argument, leaving a bit to easily for his liking.Â
Bucky climbed into his SUV with Steve by his side, his mind going back to you. Tonyâs sweet baby. His protected princess. Steve also frowned at the way his friend accepted defeat, but he didnât ask questions, noticing the way Bucky bit his lip, the wheels in his head clearly turning. The fucker had something in mind.
âYouâre thinking something, I can tellâ Steve gave Bucky a pointed look while Bucky shrugged innocently, earning an eye roll from his best friend.Â
âI need a drinkâÂ
The Club
Bucky sat at the private booth of the club, his mind calculating how he could over throw Stark without having to get his hands too dirty. He already had one idea in mind but that was more to satisfy himself. It wouldnât get him his territory but it would get him something...better...He sipped his drink, sitting up slightly, seeing a familiar figure across the club, his lips curling into a smirk.Â
âIsnât that herâ Buckyâs eyes landed on you, watching your hips sway on the dance floor, laughing with your friends, completely in your own world. It couldn't have been more perfect, you were right there, practically served to him on a silver platter for him to take.Â
âWhoâ Steve turned around to see who Bucky was looking at, his eyes growing wide when he realized who his friend was eyeing. âStarks daughter?â
Bucky nodded, setting his glass down, making his way over to you before Steve or Sam could say anything else.Â
âWhy is he not on a leashâ
âI knew I should have gotten him neuteredâÂ
The blonde shook his head, running a hand over his face while Sam snorted, both men watching him make his way over to you. You were now seated at the bar, sipping on some water to cool down while your friends stayed on the dancefloor.Â
âHey dollâ Bucky sat on the stool beside you, both of you tucked away in the quieter corner of the bar area. He could tell by the way you smiled shyly, youâd be easy, a few flirty words and heâd get what he wanted.Â
âHiâ You blushed at the handsome mob boss, his blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at you. He bought you a drink, luring you into him like a siren. You found yourself getting lost in his charm, listening to his velvety smooth voice. Truthfully it was nice to talk to someone for once. Most guys avoided you, knowing you were the daughter of Tony Stark.Â
It was easy for him. His eyes flicked to the way you looked at his lips, inching closer towards him, your sweet innocent face gazing at him. He didnât have to do much are you were already preening like a kitten. He had you exactly where he wanted. The air shifted when his hand grazed you thigh, the cold metal of his rings making you shiver. You didnât pull back, letting his hand climb higher, leaning into his touch, your heart racing, craving more of him.Â
âTell me if you want me to stopâ His voice was low, his lips brushing by your ear. Your breath hitched when his hand tilted your chin up to meet his eyes again, nearly whimpering when his hand squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh.Â
âSo needyâ He smirked while you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, letting him take you by the hand to the private bathroom of the club. As soon as he locked the door, his previous charm dropped. His eyes darkened, his hands immediately all over you, pushing you against the marble counter of the sink. His lips smashed onto yours, tongue and teeth, not giving you a chance to breathe.
He sucked dark bruises on your neck, trailing the across your collar bone, pulling the front of your dress down to free your breasts. He lifted you onto the counter with ease, latching onto your nipple, tugging it between his teeth, smirking at the way you cried out.Â
He parted your legs, ripping your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket. Your pussy dripped, clenching around nothing at the sound of his belt buckle and pants unzipping, moaning when he pulled your thighs to wrap around him, his cockhead prodding your entrance. He didn't bother prepping you, his mind focused on stuffing his cock into you and fucking you senseless.Â
âShh, better keep quiet unless you want others to hear how Iâm about to fuck youâ He growled against your skin, shoving his cock into you with one stroke. He gave you no time to adjust, snapping his hips against you, his hands gripping your ass while your hands flew to clutch around him, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to keep your screams down. He slammed against your g-spot, your arousal squirting out of you with each thrust, the coil in your belly building higher and higher as he fucked you harder.Â
âI-Iâm gonna-â You couldnât formulate a sentence, clawing at his blazer, his cock filling and stretching you, ruining you for anyone else. âPlease-
âDonât-donât talk, just take itâ His voice was low, teeth gritted as he focused on ruining your pussy. You felt flustered, your body on fire each time he touched you. You felt yourself melt into him, letting him toy with your body. His fingers gripped onto your ass, slamming you into him to meet his strokes. He wanted to fill you up till you were so full of cum, itâd drip and stain onto your bed sheets. All of his fucking cum painted on your pussy while you went to sleep, pretending to be an innocent little princess like you didnât just take your dadâs rivals cock in the bathroom of the club.Â
Your eyes rolled back feeling his cock stroke your g-spot, the roughness of his hands on your body making you climb higher, you clung onto him, your body pulled taut, a sob escaping your lips before muffling your cries by biting down onto his neck as you came. Bucky smirked to himself, pounding you harder, chasing his release. He didnât even have to touch you and you were coming undone for him, wrapped tightly around his body, your pussy sucking him back in.Â
He could feel pleasure crawl down his spine, his cock growing harder, something about getting to fuck his enemies daughter made him more feral than ever, his cock bursting with cum, endless thick streams shooting out of his sensitive tip.
âFuckâ he hissed, pumping his load into you, groaning as he pulled out, his cum dribbling out of you, spilling onto the sides of your thighs. You looked dazed, lipstick smeared, panting, your body limp against him. He tucked his cock back in, not looking back twice, leaving you a panting mess as he exited the bathroom. You stood on shaky legs, trying to steady yourself before grabbing a damp tissue to clean yourself up.
You splashed some water onto your face, your mind reeling over the way his touches made you feel, touching up your makeup before going back down to find your friends, his handsome face flashing in your mind throughout the night.Â
***
âCan you explain what it is youâre doing hereâ Steve watched his friend carefully, his hair disheveled, shirt untucked, a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt when he joined them again, a satisfied smirk on his face.Â
âSheâs probably a spoiled brat anywayâ Bucky shrugged, unbothered about the type of person you were or how you felt about any of this. He wanted to see Tonyâs face if he knew he had fucked his daughter, balls deep till she was walking around with sticky thighs, her soaked little cunt dripping all over her bed with his cum. He smirked to himself over the way you moaned for him, biting him to keep yourself quiet, the way your body responded to him, so needy and desperate. You were the opposite of your father; easy and none the wiser. If he couldnât get what he wanted from Tony, heâd take the next best thing. Itâs not like he wanted you. He just had to use you.Â
The club wasnât enough. Now he had you in his hands, he wasnât going to let you go until he you were ruined. He used the meetings that took place in your house to his advantage, quietly sneaking off down the hall way to find you. Your heart jumped seeing him leaning against wall as you made your way to your room after eating breakfast.Â
âHavenât stopped thinking about me, have youâ He smirked, cornering you against the wall, his chest pressed against yours. His hands came up to grasp your face, eyes locked with yours âYou gonna let me cum in you?âÂ
You let out a shuddered breath, and that was all he needed, dragging you over to your room and tossing you onto your bed.Â
âTake your clothes offâ His cold blue eyes bore into you as you timidly unbuttoned your blouse, your hands shaking, already feeling exposed at the way he watched you. He wasnât going to wait for you, striding over to the bed, his hands firmly gripping the material of your silky blouse, ripping it open, sending buttons flying onto the floor. His hands grabbed at the hem of your skirt, pulling it down before quickly tossed your bra and panties aside.Â
Your face heated up at the way he slowly crawled on top of you, the scent of his cologne throwing you back to the way he fucked you at the club, pulling pleasure from your body so easily.Â
âPleaseâ Your soft eyes pleaded with his and his ego shot through the roof, getting to fuck you right on your bed. He nudged your thighs apart while marking you with his mouth.Â
âAlways ready for my cockâ He hummed, smearing your slick around, shoving two thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them till you were withering and nearly screaming, your arousal leaving your sheets wet.Â
âJames pleaseâ You looked at him with glassy eyes while he sat back, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock just enough so he could fuck you. He rubbed his cock onto your clit before shoving it into you, pounding you relentlessly as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you.Â
Your body moved to wrap around him, your legs tight around his waist and arms clinging onto his shoulders. All you could do was moan and chant his name, his cock was practically in your throat, thrusting into you till your bed scrapped against the floor. His chest swelled with pride as soon as he felt your walls start to convulse and flutter, you were so responsive to him.Â
âCum, fucking cum on my cockâ His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, your pussy immediately clenching and throbbing around him, silent screams leaving through your slack jaw. His grunts grew louder, thrusting harder into you until he couldnât hold back, determined to make a bigger mess than before.Â
âTake it, fucking-take it, take my cumâ He grunted, groaning as his hips stilled, staying as deep as he possibly could while he poured his load into you. His cum spilled out of you, soaking the sheets, your greedy sopping hole, still fluttering even after he pulled out.Â
Perfect.Â
You were still hazy, blinking when you felt his body weight off the bed, sitting up slightly to see him already making his way towards your door.Â
âOh-bye!â
Bucky clicked the door shut before you could even finish, leaving you bare and alone in your bed. You fell back against the sheets, your body worn and exhausted. You didnât mind the soreness that you felt all over, sleep washing over you as you thought about his honeyed voice, those blue eyes, rough exterior. There was more to him even if he didnât show it.Â
It went on for weeks. You were his perfect little cum dump, taking load after load, whenever he wanted. Your room. The kitchen. On the floor. He almost found it pathetic, how easily you let him back into your warmth when he never looked back at your twice after. It didnât matter though. He got what he wanted.Â
Gala nightÂ
You sighed, sitting by yourself while everyone else mingled with their respective groups, youâd never been a fan of parties but you didnât have much of a choice. You had to make an appearance at the gathering hosted by one of your families allies though you didnât understand why. No one had even noticed you.Â
Well not exactly no one.Â
Buckyâs eyes lingered on you as he watched you across the room from his table. You hadnât spoken to a soul all night, nervously fidgeting with your fingers, sipping on you glass of wine, the red liquid staining your lips. You wore a dark green dress, your legs on display with the thigh high slit and the sweet heart neckline showing off your perfect cleavage.Â
âY/nâ A son of your fathers friend wandered over, his hungry eyes flicking from your lips to your chest and up and down your legs. He noticed that you were alone, deciding to use the chance to get what he had been craving. He pulled up a seat beside you, sitting close enough so his legs brushed against yours.Â
 âJohnâ You smiled softly, internally wishing you had just stayed home. He had asked you out a number of times before and you always politely turned him down. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the blond who kept inching closer and closer to you, his hands trying to linger on your skin, lips whispering in your ear.Â
âYou look beautiful. Did anyone accompany you?â He knew the answer but that didnât matter. You shook your head and he grinned âYou know you could have asked me sweets, I would have been happy toâ He moved his hands to rest on your knee, slowly moving up to your thigh.Â
Your body jerked back, pulling away as if his touch burned your skin. His touch didnât feel like Buckyâs. His eyes grew cold, it irritated him that you were so sweet and pathetically innocent yet unfazed by his attempts to seduce you; youâd never given into him.
âI-I appreciate that but I wanted to come aloneâ You didnât want to upset him though you were very close to dumping a glass of wine on his head. Buckyâs jaw clenched at the way your body froze, discomfort evident on your face as he continued to try and paw at you.Â
Bucky didnât like you.
Or care for you.
But you were still his to ruin and he wasnât going to let someone stop that.Â
Is what he told himself as he shot out of his seat making his way to your table while Steve and Sam gave each other amused glances. Your eyes lit up as you saw Bucky taking long strides towards you, pulling you out of your seat and wrapping his arm around your waist without looking at you once. His eyes were trained on the blond that wordlessly glared back at him, not willing to argue with the mob moss as he walked away with you.Â
âI want to leaveâ You whispered up at him, craving to be touched by him, and forget the feeling of Walkers hands on you.Â
âLetâs get out of hereâ He tugged your wrist, dragging you into his SUV, tossing you in the back. You waited for him to get in, snuggling into his side when he slid in beside you, gasping when he gripped your cheeks, smashing his lips onto yours. There was nothing but tongue and teeth as he claimed you, biting and nipping at your lips, his hands grasping your waist to pull you closer.Â
âHomeâ He nodded to his driver before practically pulling you onto his lap, closing the divider as he sucked on your pulse point. He never brought women over to his place, given his line of work, he didnât take the risk. But right now, his needs over threw that logic as he told the driver to take him home, ready to take you apart on his bed.
He hardly let you breathe the entire car ride, his tongue laced with yours, fingers tugging your hair, while your hands came down to grasp at his shirt. He broke away when the car stopped in front on the driveway, his hunger to have you wrapped around him growing stronger.Â
âCome hereâ He pulled you out of the car, carrying you in with your legs wrapped around his waist. He took you straight to his room, kicking the door closed, holding you up with one arm before locking it and setting you down. He threw his suit jacket off before turning you around and unzipping your dress, letting it fall and pool around you feet, leaving you in your underwear.Â
He groaned at the dark sheer lace that hugged your body, cupping your perfect breasts, your sweet pussy hardly covered by the tiny material of your panties.Â
âOn your kneesâ He commanded, unbuttoning his pants, pulling his cock out, rubbing the tip onto your lips, making them glossy. You licked off his precum, moaning up at him while he gripped your hair back, the other hand holding onto your jaw. âOpenâÂ
He shoved his cock down your throat, guiding your face up and down his length, throbbing as you gagged and choked on him. His thumbs swiped over the tears that spilled down your cheeks, moaning at how wrecked you looked.Â
âSo fucking perfect, sucking my cock like a the little slut you areâ He groaned, âotsosi mne, printsessaâ
Every whine and moan that you made went straight to his cock, twitching, dribbling arousal down your throat. He pulled you off, not willing to just cum in your mouth, not when his balls felt heavy, his cock desperate to be inside you. He carried you over to the bed, dropping you and ripping your lingerie off before stripping all his clothes off and crawling on top of you.Â
You let out a soft gasp at his complete bare form. He had never taken all his clothes off before, you couldnât help but let your eyes wander from his thick muscular thighs, dripping cock, perfect chest and handsome face, he was beautiful all over.Â
âJames?â You blinked as he paused between your legs, the greedy side of him desperate to taste you, something he had denied himself thus far. Until tonight. You always smelled so sweet. He was going to make sure he touched and claimed every part of your body. âJames, what are you-ohmygod!âÂ
You gasped as he dove into your folds, his mouth unrelenting, sucking and swirling his tongue while he shoved two fingers into you, pumping them in and out, making your moans grow louder. He looked up at your squirming form, your head thrown back, thighs trembling and squeezing around his head.Â
âI-Iâm gonna-fuckfuck-please-P-PLEASEâ
He smirked against your clit, slapping the side of your thigh before sucking with more pressure and shoving a third finger in you, throwing you over the edge. Your juices spilled out of you, soaking his face, your scent and arousal covering his beard.Â
He didnât give you any time to recover from you high, grasping your ankles and flipping you over, shoving your face down and bringing your ass up, his cock rubbing up and down your cunt.Â
âmoya malen'kaya shlyushkaâ He mumbled to himself, spanking your ass making you cry out. âTake it princessâ He spanked you again, rubbing the sting away before grasping the soft flesh, squeezing it in his hands.Â
âBet he would have loved to have you like this, hm?âÂ
âWho?â Your brain couldnât function, focused on his length pressed against you,Â
âYour little boy toy who wanted you attention so badly, ty shlyukhaâ His fingers gripped tightly, humping and rutting his cock against you while you mewled, desperate for him to do something, âYou ever let him put his cock in you?â
âN-noâ You whined, as his hand gripping your ass further, guiding his cock to your fluttering entrance. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as he slammed into you, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts, groaning at the way you cried out at the stretch. The sounds of his skin slapping on yours echoed through the room, nearly drowning out your muffled cries.Â
âYeah, you know why baby? Cause your my little slut, my fucking cum dumpâ He wanted to ruin you so fucking badly, your pussy would never be the same, his hand snaking down to tug your hair for leverage to fuck you harder. âThatâs all your fucking good for, to take my loads, give me something warm, tight and wet to cum inâ
âF-uck! JAMESâ He fucked you at an animalistic pace, moving to grip onto the headboard, his brows furrowed, keeping your face buried against the mattress.Â
âSuch a well fucked hole, look-look at how youâre greedy cunt is swallowing my cockâÂ
âP-PLEASE JAMES!â You had tears in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure, the overstimulation consuming your body. You could hardly focus on anything, your hands blindly searching for something to hold on to. You could tell if you wanted more or less, your belly tightening again, ready to cum for a second time.Â
âShut up and take itâ He growled, his hips snapping wildly, the headboard cracking under his grip. Your tears spurred him on, his cock growing harder, ruined on his bed, crying out for him. He moved one hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, moaning when he felt your pussy clench, shoving them deeper.
Your body always responded to him perfectly, he couldnât hold on any longer, his balls heavy and tight, ready to fill you with his cum.Â
âReady for my cum, princess? Open that little pussy up for me, mâgonna fill you so much, itâll squirt out of you, make my cock creamy princess, dirty messy slutâ You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your sensitive walls, your arousal making his balls wet eat time they slapped your clit. âSay it, say you want my fucking cumâ
âI want your cum!â You slurred out, waiting for his warmth to flood you.Â
âWho, whose cum do you fucking wantâ His head was thrown back, cock starting to twitch, the tip swollen and sensitive.Â
âYours daddyâÂ
That did it, you were too fucked out to even register what you had just called him but Bucky hear it loud and clear. It unleashed something in him, giving you 3 harsh sloppy thrusts before he couldnât hold off any longer.Â
âShit-FUCK-hng fuuuckkkkâ His movements stilled, his cock throbbing, spilling his cum into you. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, emptying himself before pulling out and pushing his sensitive cock into you again, rolling you over so he could see your fucked out face. He had to stop himself from lapping up your soaked pussy with his mixed arousal, his cock ready to fuck his cum back into you as it dripped out.Â
âIâm not done with youâ
****
Your body was limp on the bed, panting, soreness and bruises littering your skin. He had thrown you around in every position, pulling pleasure from your body as if it satiated his hunger. He pumped you full of his loads, not leaving one part of you untouched, his hands, tongue and cock caressing your body.Â
After the last round, he had gotten up to splash some water on his face, his body covered in sweat, his spent cock soaked in your mixed arousal. He wasnât a stranger to rough sex but even he felt worn out, having thrown you around like a ragdoll to his content, cumming in you until he couldn't anymore.Â
As he walked back, Bucky blinked, seeing your curled up form on his bed, snuggled in his sheets.Â
That wasnât part of his plan.
He didnât intend on letting you fall asleep.Â
He couldnât help but slip under the covers, too exhausted to think about if this was appropriate or not, waves of sleep crashing over him. He swallowed thickly when you shifted in your sleep, snuggling into his side, seeking his warmth, your arm hugging his waist, head resting on his chest. He tried to shuffle over but you clung onto him in your sleep, tucking yourself against him as much as you could, letting out a small whine whenever he moved.Â
Your body felt to soft and warm on him. He had never taken the time to really look at you, but as you laid on his chest, his eyes flicked across your face, taking in your features.Â
Your lashes fluttering against your cheeks. The pout of your lips. The soft curve of your jaw. There was no doubt you were beautiful but there was also something ethereal. Angelic.Â
Almost...precious.
It almost felt wrong for him to touch something so sweet and delicate.Â
He could smell the soft scent of your shampoo.Â
His eyes drifted to the bruises that covered your body.Â
The ones he marked you with.Â
The ones he never paid attention to before.Â
The ones he should have kissed and massaged- no. No...No?
You were nothing more than a means to an end...but he couldn't stop himself from stroking your skin, while holding you close. His hand trailed down softly to trace down your spine, making you shiver, nuzzling against him further. He couldnât understand how even in your sleep, you were sweet. Trusting. You wanted to be wrapped in his warmth. He thought about the way you looked up at him when he tugged you from the party. The way you stayed on his lap the entire care ride home.Â
He thought about how he left without looking back each time but you were always so warm whenever he came back. Soft. His body moved on its own, pulling the sheets up to cover you, pressing a delicate kiss onto your head.Â
What was going on with him.Â
The next morning
He blinked awake, frowning at the coldness of the bed. You had left at some point during the night, so quietly he didnât even notice. He felt....disappointed. He wasnât even sure why. He missed the way you fit in his arms. The way you slept so soundly while cuddled up with him.Â
Something changed after that night. He sought your warmth, not just your body. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him, your arms clinging to be closer, your adorable little disgruntled sounds whenever he shifted while you slept on his chest. The way your voice soothed him. It wasnât hooking up or just fucking anymore. It was softer each time. More sweet words. Lingering touches. Heâd stay longer just to hear your honeyed voice, talking about anything, it didnât matter. He knew this was no longer just him trying to get back at your father.Â
He had fallen for you.Â
He never thought heâd be capable of that type of affection, yet with you he had his first taste of sweetness and he didnât want to let go.
A few weeks later - His roomÂ
âCome hereâ He pulled you close to him, his hands softly caressing your body feeling every bit of you as he laid with you on his bed. He peppered soft kisses onto your face, making up for all the times he should have kissed you before, your skin felt like soft silk on his lips.Â
He pushed himself into you slowly, for the first time, feeling all of you wrapping him in your warmth. Heâd been inside you so many times before but now he actually felt you. Your sweet body under his, trusting him to take care of you.Â
He couldnât hurt you, you were so precious.Â
His hands gently held onto you, rocking his hips slowly, savoring every second.Â
You knew something was different. He knew something was different.Â
âJames, donât stop, p-pleaaseâ
âI wonât stop baby, I wonâtâ
âDonât let goâ
âIâll never let go malyshka, prekrasnaya printsessaâÂ
He was making the softest sweetest love to you and you clung onto his body never wanting it to end. He held you gently as you came undone for him, slowly thrusting into you as he reached his high. His touch was so delicate, you would have almost missed it.Â
He didnât say a word about what had just happened.Â
He thought he could ignore it, go back to how things were but when he was still throbbing in you, unable to stop how much he was cumming for you, it was impossible. His body weight fell on you, still grinding and rutting his cock, moaning into your neck. He nearly sounded like he was in pain, overstimulating himself with your sweetness.Â
âJames?â You cupped his face, making him look at you, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek. âIs everything okay?âÂ
âYou feel good babyâ he whispered, resting his forehead onto yours. âYou feel go so goodâÂ
âJames whatâs wrongâ Your voice was more firm this time, cocking your head, waiting for him to tell you what was on his mind. His eyes were glassy, pushing some of your hair back, his thumb stroking your forehead.Â
âYouâre an angelâ He gazed down at you, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, how did he ever think about using you.Â
âBaby, whereâs this coming from?âÂ
He stroked your hair, his heart sinking at your confused expression. He didnât even know where to start.  âI- he huffed in frustration, how could he look you in the eye and tell you what his intentions were. âI-I donât deserve youâ He shook his head, biting his lip, unable to meet your eyes. He rolled you both over so you rested on his chest, your doe eyes waiting for him to continue.Â
âWhy?â The flash of hurt that crossed your face made his heart jump, he never wanted to be the cause of your pain.Â
âBecause angel, youâve always been sweet. Kind. Affectionate. I didnât treat you the way you deserved. I left you on your on every night when I should have held you. Made love to you, not bruised you skinâÂ
His voice had slowly dropped to a whisper, his heart racing. You could see tears well in his eyes, his hands trembling on your skin while he rubbed your back.Â
âYouâre precious angel, I canât believe I ever treated you otherwise. You deserved love from the startâ He let the tears roll down his cheeks, full prepared for you to up and leave, he knew he wasnât worthy of you at all. And yet...he couldnât stop the next words that slipped past his lips.Â
âYA tebya lyublyuâ You blinked up at him while he smiled softly, sniffling, cupping your cheek, brining you closer to him âI love youâ
âYou love me?â You could fee your heart hammer in your chest, as you inched closer, your nose bumping against his, your thumb wiping his tears.
âI do moya sladkaya malyshkaâ He kissed your forehead, then nose, and the softest kiss to your lips. âPlease forgive me babygirl, pleaseâ His eyes were pleading with you, ready to give you the world in your hands if thatâs what you wanted. You nodded, snuggling into his hold while he wrapped you tight, hoping heâd be able to have you just like this for the rest of his life. His sweet girl.Â
âI love you Jamesâ
âSay it again babyâ He whispered, wanting to hear those words from you over and over again.Â
âI love youâ you smiled against his skin, while he kissed your head.Â
âMy sweet dollâ He adored you so much. âSay it againâ
After secret dating and sneaking around for as long as you could
Now given that Bucky is your fathers rival, you can imagine it isnât exactly the easiest thing to bring up. Tony is not immediately on board. At all.Â
Until he sees you both one day when you both think no oneâs looking. Heâs a little taken aback at how soft Bucky is for you. Who knew such a jackass could also be such a gentleman.Â
Your both outside in your garden; you thought your dad had gone out for meetings for the day. Bucky has you on his lap, feeding you berries with kisses in between each bite. He canât take his eyes off you, nose nuzzled against your cheek, cuddling you under the warm sun. He canât stop smiling and looking at you with heart eyes, his hands playing with your hair.Â
Clint snorts, watching Tony narrow his eyes at you both while watching you from his office. He so badly wants to shoot Bucky because again, how dare this cocky jack ass come to his house and woo his babygirl, fuck no.Â
But also...
You looked so happy.Â
âTheyâre cute, huhâ Clint joined Tonyâs side, smirk down at your both.Â
âShut upâ
He wants to go down and tell the mob boss to get his hands off his daughter but you laugh and snuggle into Bucky further.Â
âItâs been months boss, sheâs the only one heâs been with, I hate to say it but it looks like he really loves her. And she loves himâÂ
âWhy do you know thisâ
âYouâre not the only one who keeps tabs on her, sheâs everyone little princessâ Clint rolled his eyes, knowing the way all of Tonyâs men cared for you like their own. Tony grunts, leaving to pour himself a taaaallll glass of whisky.Â
He wasnât Buckyâs number 1 fan but for his little princess, he will allow it. Thereâs no doubt that Bucky loves you almost more than him. If you were a princess at home, Bucky treats you like a queen. Youâd always be protected. Cared for.Â
Bucky comes directly to Tony all on his own, asking for your hand. Yes, its an outdated practice but he respects Tony and wants him to know his intentions are to love you and take care of you. He knows how much it would mean to you for father to say yes.Â
Itâs a long discussion. Lots of differences put aside. Alliances formed.Â
Tony still thinks Bucky is a jackass but he canât help but smile at the happy squeals he hears down the hall when Bucky goes straight to you to ask you to marry him.
A sweet intimate wedding. Not exactly small, but only people you both care for are there. Steve and Sam spend the entire time at the altar with shit eating âI told you soâ grins.Â
(Tonyâs wedding present is the south side)Â
Your first son, Steve Anthony Barnes is spoiled beyond reason by literally everyone. Steve and Sam compete with Tony and Clint and itâs done nothing but get on your nerves because youâd need a second house with how many presents he gets for no reason at all.Â
Your baby girl, Rebecca Samantha Barnes is daddyâs little princess. (Bucky will never, ever in his life admit he now understands how Tony felt over you. He kicks himself every so often and spoils you as much as he can)Â
The twins, Clinton and Natalia can only be left together for so long before they get up to mischief. Which is every minute of the day. Steve confirmed that dealing with illegal shipments was less terrorizing. Everyone agreed.Â
And of course with each day, Bucky is still head over heals in love with you.Â
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chapter nine
âiâd leave if youâd let me.â
Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie
tags/warnings: descriptions of pain, alcohol consumption, more smut (cuz i couldnât help myself apparently lol): dry humping; quickie; cream pie, undressing a bandage, bite wounds, the morning after talk, return of the chainâŚ
word count: 3.9k
authorâs note: yâall i really canât believe it⌠the penultimate chapter is here 𼲠i really canât express how much it means to have you join me on this little journey here. whether youâve been reading from the beginning or just found it, i just want to convey my sincerest thanks đ no alastor pov this time (a first! i shocked even myself) but donât fret â we will get a peek into his mind before this is all over. sorry if this oneâs a little dialogue heavy but they had a lot to say đ⨠also please go listen to 1121 by halsey đđťâ¤ď¸âđĽ
prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two
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You stirred, eyebrows furrowing as a sleepy whine rose in your throat; a pulsing ache effectively kicking you out of unconsciousness. There was movement next to you on the bed followed by the sound of a book closing and the clinking of glass, rounded out with the soothing melody of liquid pouring.Â
As your eyes finally cracked open, still blurry with sleep, you took a deep waking breath through your nose. Spending so much time here, you recognized Alastorâs room by scent alone. Something that didnât fully resonate with you until another realization came to mind â the bed you were in right now was his. Tucked into the very sheets you so diligently made nice every morning.
âI was wondering when youâd be waking up⌠I have medicine for you.âÂ
Alastorâs voice was mellow as his fingers swept the hair back from your face, and you blinked a few times to clear your vision. He was bending over you, backlit against the warm light coming from the lamp on the nightstand, looking disarming as ever in his pajamas. But the softly amused look on his face made you doubt that you were really awake.
Another unpleasant throb in your shoulder was a reminder that you most definitely were. Which also brought attention to the fact that you had been dressed as well. Underneath the clothing you took note of the confined, consoling feeling around your shoulder and chest, not dissimilar from a seatbelt. A bandage?Â
When had all this happened? And what time was it? Clearly late enough to constitute the need for lamplightâŚ
You werenât able to dwell on anything more before a sharp jolt of pain shot straight up your neck, causing you to wince with a hiss. Alastor tutted and nudged the glass at you with one hand and helped you sit up with the other. When you reached out you recognized the pattern on the sleeve adorning your arm, a lump forming in your throat. Alastorâs housecoat. Though you were just as quickly distracted from that fact when you realized what he had shoved in your hand.
âThis is medicine?â you sulked, frowning over the glass of whiskey stinging your nostrils. âYou donât just haveââ
âDonât get me started on those wretched pills, if thatâs what youâre referring you,â he scoffed, face pinched with offense. His voice softened a bit but was still assertive when he continued. âThis is natural. It will help. Promise.â
You looked at him with a dubiousness that didnât reach your eyes, slowly lifting the glass to your lips. He saw right through it of course, judging by the smoldering look of satisfaction he was giving you. There was another ache⌠this time not in your shoulder. You werenât exactly thrilled with how easily you melted under his gaze. Not with all backtracking the two of you still had to do regarding the afternoon. Maybe itâs just a post-sex aftershockâŚ
So you sipped the drink, actually appreciating the distracting burn in your throat that trickled into your chest. You didnât even have to say it, glowering at him and his haughty I told you so smile over the glass as you finished it off. He took the empty glass from you, refilled it with double the amount, and handed it back.
âNo more after this, right?â you said after downing more than half of it with a grimace. Whiskey was never a favorite of yours and the taste was starting to overpower the burn.
âPromise,â he goaded, face turned up with his familiar taunt.
Thankfully the blush on your face could be dismissed by the alcohol, but you werenât able to stop the scoffing laugh that escaped you; covering your mouth with your free hand when you remembered yourself. God forbid he thought you were making fun of him â which you obviously werenât â but it would be just your luck to spoil the mood. He surprised you, taking your hand from your mouth as he leaned in, a mischievous leer glimmering in his eyes.Â
âGoodness! You know, I was really beginning to think you didnât know how to laugh,â he said, voice low, his hand coming up to rest under your chin. A mutual favorite place for him to touch. âIs this a new development, or have I always been so amusing?â
âSometimes,â you answered mildly, grateful you managed to keep the tremble out of your voice but failed to maintain eye contact as your heart picked up. The way his thumb was lazily petting your jaw wasnât helping. âIâm just normally better at holding back.â
Alastorâs face was in front of you now, noses almost touching as his eyes focused on you. He took the drink out of your hand and finished what was left before setting it down to resume his close proximity. âHmm⌠I think thatâs the habit of yours I dislike the most.â
The kiss that followed was esurient, his long fingers now splayed across the expanse of your neck to hold you in place as his tongue wasted no time finding comfort in your mouth. The whine you couldnât hold back earned you a lusty hum in return, followed by a testing bite to your bottom lip as your fingers tangled in his hair. It was only too easy to slip back into this; openly moaning into him as he took you by the waist and easily maneuvered you to straddle his lap. His wicked mouth never leaving yours for a moment.
Time slipped away, its intangibility and irrelevance in the afterlife never more apparent as your mind and body honed in on the present. God, he was just so warm; the comfort it gave you was concerning, leaving you worried over how you would fare without it. It wasnât the only thing you were troubled over â equally relishing the gift of every sound and touch he gave. His lithe, statuesque frame still providing so much security even while underneath you being the most generous of all.
âI think I like this too much,â you whispered against his lips, out of breath. Unsure if the confession was one of shame, regret, or pride. Â
âI know,â he murmured, giving your lips a final kiss before leaving a trail of them to your neck. Wantonly indulging himself there as if it could kiss back.
It was hard to discern the ambiguity you heard in his voice. Not quite pity, not quite indifference. And despite the fire that threatened to envelop you whole, the thought that crept up in the back of your mind was one you couldnât ignore.
Was he regretting this already?
The thought was abruptly whisked away as Alastorâs hips rolled against you, the feeling of his arousal pulling a heady sigh from your chest. He let out a soft grunt in return, the sensation of his open mouth and hot breath against your skin making you feel faint. The graze of his teeth as his hands guided you to slowly grind on him made you cry out in earnest; a sound you repeated from his responding moan. You stayed this way for a while, rocking and moaning against each other as he covered the right side of your neck with more hickies and bites and kisses until the pressure building in your loins was too much to bear.
âAlastor, please,â you pleaded softly, your need hanging heavy in the air of the otherwise silent room.
He gasped into your skin and lifted you off him, reaching underneath the night coat to pull your underwear down, then doing the same with his own pants. Propped up against some pillows, he was at an angle somewhere between lying down and sitting up, and he brought his knees up behind you for support. You gasped as he ran his length against your slick arousal, walls already twitching just from the memory of how he had felt inside you earlier. The two of you shared a loud, wanton moan of relief as you took him to the hilt, panting as you both adjusted.
Definitely like this too muchâŚÂ
Exhilarated by the very real aspect of not lasting long, you reflexively clenched around him; drawing a hiss from between his teeth that in turn left his mouth hanging open in such a salacious way you couldnât stop yourself from whining his name.
âHahhhâŚ! A warning next time, sweetheart,â he gasped, his hands on your waist tightening with a pleasantly firm grip.Â
Perhaps as retribution, the sharp thrust he gave you made you scream from pleasure and shock. Afterward, he set a deep and steady pace, the angle quickly proving to be a new favorite with the way your clit rubbed against him; his swollen head mercilessly stimulating your spongy core as he bounced you on and off his cock. The slapping of your skin meeting between your combined gasps of rapture only fueling your lust.
âHmmnnn AlastorâŚ!â you mewled, feeling a wave of your arousal coat him as you cried out. Barely able to keep your eyes open from the way your eyebrows were drawn together. âAlastor!â
âHaahh, fuck â AhhhâŚ!â he moaned, throwing his head back as he began bucking into you in earnest. Your hands gripping his shoulders to try and keep steady as you eagerly accepted his new rhythm.
The tightness in your belly made itself known then with a scorching ache. Coiling tighter and tighter as you took in his licentious expression and heaving chest until you couldnât take it anymore. Too intoxicated by the erotic scene and feeling of him to hold on.
âAlastor â mmm! Youâre gonna â hahh â gonna make me cum,â you practically sobbed, unable to stop the words as a blush burned your cheeks.
He let out a loud, drawn out grunt as his head shot up, eyes looking straight into yours; his florid face, clenched teeth, and intense crimson gaze the last thing you saw before your vision went white. Unabashedly moaning as your orgasm crashed through you with an exquisite relief you didnât know was possible. Alastor cursed as you spasmed and tightened around him, his fingers punishing on your waist as he quickly followed suit and came inside you; that hot, familiar feeling of his release nearly making you climax again as the two of you sloppily rocked against each other until the high was finally sated.
You collapsed against his chest, his rapid heartbeat a lovely companion to the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he pulled out, the emptiness that followed causing you to whimper which he responded to with a tired, satisfied chuckle that rumbled in your ears. The warmth you felt in your chest from the sound provided both comfort and alarm as an accompanying question bloomed in your mind.
How will we ever go back to normal�
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When you awoke again you were in your own bed, noticeably alone. The morning light piercing your curtains bright enough to indicate that you might be pushing early afternoon. You stretched and rolled onto your back, taking in the sight of your shredded canopy. So that had been the sound you heardâŚ
After lying there for a few minutes, you groaned as you forced yourself out of bed, driven mostly by your need to take a shower. Something that presented somewhat of a problem when you remembered the bandage Alastor had dressed you with. Would it be too soon to remove? And what was hiding underneath? A pang of anxiety shot through you, wishing he was here to provide the answers.
But heâs not.
You werenât sure what you were expecting to find in the mirror, but you had definitely underestimated the state of your neck. There didnât seem to be an inch of it that wasnât touched by a violet bruise or scarlet bite, save for your throat, which presented a contrast so stark it almost made you dizzy. How the hell will I cover this up?
The only thing you owned with a collar high enough was the dress that Alastor had ruined in a fit of passion with no replacement in sight. You took a deep breath and shed the housecoat, taking in the bandage that wrapped around your left shoulder and chest, unsure of where to start in terms of unwrapping it â he had done a very good job. A fact that weighed on your heart like a stone.
You managed to find the loose end as the shower warmed up, easily unwinding the gauze from your chest until you gingerly began the task of peeling it off your shoulder. Worried that parts of it might have stuck to each mark of his fangs; a painful fate you werenât able to completely avoid, but on the whole, you considered yourself lucky that the gauze had only latched to a few of the punctures. An incredulous huff of a laugh escaped you when you realized that the huge bite would actually be easier to hide than the hickies.
As was typically the case, you felt a lot better once you were out of the shower. It was a serenity that was quickly pulled out from under you when you opened your bathroom door and saw Alastor sitting on the edge of your bed.
âFuck! You scared me,â you gasped, hand over your heart. It was mostly true, though you found yourself more relieved at the sight of him than anything.
âHa, ha! Yes, Iâve been known to do that,â he said, his eyes narrowing with a smug mirth as he patted the empty space next to him. âCome sit. I thought you might need some help.â
You sighed, doing your best to keep your heartbeat steady as you crossed the room and sat down on the bed with your back to him at his direction with a silent spin of his finger. He had brought a little kit of supplies consisting of a couple tins, tape, and gauze. The items laid out near him on the bed with a meticulousness you couldnât help but find endearing. Was there anything he set out to do without poise and purpose?
He quickly got to work, humming aimlessly to himself as he applied one of the tinctures to each puncture of his bite. Whatever it was, the subtle sting it provided was a nice distraction from the overwhelming herbal smell it gave off. It wasnât exactly unpleasant, but you would be glad to have it covered up all the same. Alastor had to lean over you to attend to the wounds on your collarbone, and you let yourself get lost in the look of concentration on his face.
âYouâre in a good mood today,â you said quietly as his hand fanned over the medicine to dry.
He huffed a small laugh, lips curling into a pleasant smile. âWell I certainly never set out to be in a bad mood, my dear.â He let out a melodramatic sigh before adding, âItâs just thrust upon me.â
âAww, what a victim you are,â you pouted sarcastically, laughing when he flicked your arm.Â
âYouâre in quite the good mood yourself, all things considered,â he mused, applying the balm from his second tin.Â
The careful but firm application from his fingers made you hum with content and the two of you locked eyes then, but the look in his was torn; fighting between fondness and pity. He didnât have to say it, you already knew.
âWe need to talk about yesterday,â you said, resigned, pleased to hear that you sounded stronger than you felt.Â
He nodded with a sigh, the soft smile on his lips threatening to make your eyes well with sudden tears. âThat we do, my dear. But let me finish with your bandage first, hm?â
You did your best not to overthink the conversation ahead of you while he finished applying the balm before wrapping you up, knowing it wouldnât do you any good. There were only so many things to say, after all. So many ways it could goâŚ
What exactly did you want from all of this? It was hard enough to rectify the blossoming feelings you had for Alastor despite the short amount of time you had known him. But you had discovered so much about him in spite of that, the sex just made it more complicated. It wasnât that you regretted it â how could you? You wouldnât deny that it had been the best sex of your existence. Even with the bite. Still, you were typically much more cautious when it came to giving your heart away to someone. What was it about Alastor that made you throw your rules to the wayside?Â
When you racked your brain for an answer, all it did was conjure his image. Silly, considering he was right behind you. Methodically dressing your wound with the same amount of care he had displayed after giving it to you. How many times had those hands provided you with his brand of reassurance? That mix of tenderness and strength that he gave to you at his whim, effectively catching you in his push-and-pull game. Whether your feelings for him in the aftermath had been his intent or not, well. They were there.
The playing ground was tipped in his favor, but you understood that. Even in the middle of your tryst, you knew that it could very well be the only time. Maybe he just needed to let off some steam. Yesterday you had felt resolved enough to be of use to him in whichever way he needed, more than willing to let him have his prize (so to speak). It would be naive to think that the dynamic between you wouldnât change. Either for better or worse, that was inevitable but⌠that didnât explain why you felt so dejected.
What do I want?
Could you be satisfied with being used as a plaything, if thatâs what he wanted? The thought of him never touching you again made that an easier pill to swallow, bitter as it was. But you werenât a fool. Itâs not as if you were expecting a marriage proposal.
Suddenly Alastor's hand was cupping your face so that you were looking up at him, a relaxed but almost somber expression waiting for you.Â
âYouâre worried. I can smell it, you know.â
You sighed, resenting the blush you felt creeping across your face. âOf course you can. I donât think thereâs anything thatâs only mine anymore beyond my own thoughts.â
The words came out sharper than you had meant them to, but you didnât apologize. Surprisingly, he didnât seem to mind, staying silent as if waiting for you to continue. So you did.
âDo you regret it? And be honest with me⌠please.â
It was his turn to sigh now, taking a moment before responding calmly. âNot all of it.â
I knew it.
Really, you did. But the knowledge wasnât helping as much as you hoped it would. In fact, it was only serving to make you feel worse.
âWhich parts?â
He said your name with a warning. One you should have heeded, given how long it had been since he had spoken your real name. But you didnât look away from him. You refused to beg with your mouth, so you pleaded with your eyes. Just tell me.
Alastor exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound.Â
âThe circumstance doesn't sit right with me. Iâm sure you didnât notice, but Valentino left his pheromones on you â and they were especially potent⌠I have a hard time believing his intention was for you to make it out with just a bite.â He looked down at your shoulder then, an unreadable expression on his face. âI donât enjoy being played for a fool.â
A flash of anger shot through you, but you did your best to quell it. Letting it get the better of you right now would only be to your detriment. Did he not realize what a cruel, selfish thing that was to say? He wasnât the only one who had been toyed with.
âOkay, so what about last night? The second time. Were the pheromones still working then, too?â you pressed. The embarrassment you felt fueling the frustration in your voice.Â
Alastor stood up then, the strain of impatience beginning to show on his face as he towered over you. âI suggest you watch your tone, child. And remember that I donât owe you an explanation for anything. You are beholden to me. Not the other way around.â
The simmering anger you had managed to keep down boiled over at that, and you jumped to your feet to glare up at him. Since any kind of autonomy was out of the question, then an explanation was the least he could give you. And even then, it was something you could no longer be satisfied with if it was coming from some twisted form of benevolence on his part.Â
Valentino had his part to play, but itâs not like he had forced Alastor to kiss you when you offered him your help. You couldnât reconcile the words he was saying now, so contradictory to his actions. Every kind word and touch⌠Did they all come from some weird obligation he felt to play the part until the pheromones wore off? The bandage he had just applied with such attentiveness felt like a mockery. How did you let yourself get so carried away by it all? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
âEverything is your way, your pace! All youâve done since I met you is push me around and play with my feelings â and have I ever done anything than take it? I clean your room the way you want it, I keep up with all the busywork you give me. And now youâve taken one of the last pieces of me that was still just mine, but that was a game, too!â
âYou forget your place!â he roared, his face darkening with fury as the chain appeared around your neck. He pulled the leash taught so that you were standing on your toes as he forced you to look up at him, your hands instinctively holding onto it to balance your weight. âIf your existence here is so miserable, perhaps youâd like to join the souls I keep in my radio? I can assure you itâs less than pleasant,â he hissed with vitriol, tugging on the chain so that your faces were nearly touching. Your toes no longer on the floor.
Despite your better judgement, you leaned in. Too ashamed and angry to stay calm; tears flowing freely down your face from the intensity of the loathing you currently felt towards him and yourself.
âYouâd be doing me a fucking favor,â you said, choking the words out through your sob-heavy throat. Every bit of it the truth. âAnd Iâm sure youâll have a great time telling everyone where you sent me.â
âVicious brat!â he shrilled, face distorted with malicious static that hovered around him like a storm. Then the chain and static disappeared as you collapsed to the floor. But the venom in his red eyes hurt you more than that chain ever could. Or at least thatâs how you felt until he spoke next, the chill in his voice piercing you with every word. âKeep your distance from me if you know whatâs good for you. If I catch you roaming the hall of my suite, it will be the last thing you ever do.â
Then he was gone, spiriting himself away in shadow. Leaving you to sob on the floor of your room.
Alone.
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Enha reaction to you calling them âbruhâ or âjust a friendâ in front of others (but make it smutty for my own delusions ofc đ)
Ooh I am loving this!!! Thank you for the idea darling I hope you enjoy this đâŁď¸. Sorry for the late response! I had some things to work on!
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Heeseung would freeze in his spot, his eyes literally stuck on you, his ears unable to believe what you just told your sister. 'Just a friend'? His brain was malfunctioning too hard at it. Did friends usually fuck each other in club bathrooms and did friends usually lick melted cream off of each other's lips?
"Just a friend huh?" Heeseung would slam you against the wall, reaching his finger up your skirt and swiping them through the wet folds. Your moans of his name was heaven to him but he wasn't going to put his dick inside you until you admit to him that you called him a friend just to rile him up. He knew you liked your sex best when he was mad.
"If you fucking wanted my dick, you could have asked whore." Heeseung growls in your ear, pushing his fingers in deeper, "I would have fucked you right infront of them."
Jay.exe has stopped working the moment you call him "a best friend" in front of your friend who was getting married and had invited you to dinner. He laughs along with you, not even a glance towards you however, throughout the evening. Although he does sneak his hand onto your thigh and rub it a few times under the table, making you squirm in silence, he remains emotionless towards you. Just maybe a little lean in to kiss your cheek where he whispers, "I'll teach you what best friends do tonight."
And you regretted ever playing the prank on him as you tried to untie the tight knot enveloping your hands as Jay dove into your cunt with his tongue, making you cum one-two-three, you stopped counting after a while. And every now and then when you were about to reach your climax, he's look up with a shit eating grin on his face and go in again.
"Best friend aren't I darling?" Jay would smirk at your panting figure dying to run free from the rope, "Best friends don't really deserve dick do they?"
Don't do that. Whatever you do, don't call Jake Sim your best friend or anything other than "baby", "my boyfriend" or "my future husband". Because he will fuck you right there and then on the table, or he will start reciting, in heavy detail, the pleasures of your sexual indulges. He'd be shocked at first, when you call him your best friend as a prank, but two can play at the game, so he begins to call you everything he normally doesn't.
"Hey dude, can you pass the fork please?" He'd say, nudging your shoulder. Much like Jay, he'd also put his hand on your thigh rubbing it perhaps a bit too hard for you not to moan out loud. His hands on your thigh, caused a kind of friction to envelope your body, making your folds wet and thirsty for him. However-
"Not some much of a 'bro' now am I slut?" He'd whisper, pushing your head into him even more, all while thrusting his hips into you, sucking dick in the bathroom never seemed more fun to him than now, as he was fucking your throat out, "keep going baby, keep going until all of them hear what we're doing."
There is a word in the Oxford Dictionary called 'ignoring'. Now let's just replace that with Park Sunghoon instead. This mf would not forget about you calling him 'dude' for approximately five weeks or more if you keep teasing him. And of course, with no dick to fill your poor pussy, you'd resort to the old methods. The fingers. But Sunghoon would find you and he'd torture you.
"Oh not so cocky are we now?" He'd smirk at your shivering figure, pushing your fingers deeper and deeper into your cunt with his hand. You weren't getting dick, not yet. If you had to resort to masturbating, masturbating it would be.
"Oh darling I'm sorry, we're just friends aren't we? I can't fuck a friend now can I?" The bastard would show off his vampire teeth at you, pounding your pussy with the vibrator at the highest setting, the feeling had you at the brink of insanity, the overstimulation was too much and get Sunghoon, being the sadist he is, wouldn't stop, "Not so much of a friend now huh baby?"
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